Babe I shot your songbird in your ribcage It sang so hurt Now the voice ain't so soft and trill Now there's no yearning at the windowsill Safely say those wings have hardened Oh my my There's no sky I took to limit all things wild in you From soaring skews about how you've been aloof There's not one good bone in this man No ruffles And no flaps On the front porch Stoic cold stance Said the stairs look frightfully steep Brushed away my knee crawl pleas to eat Left your most precious gifts unguarded Oh my eyes are not blind and yes My memory serves me fine I'm aware The blood is there on my nails My teeth And my mind There's not one strong bone in this man No sky baby There is no sky No sky baby There is no sky Babe you're a cold touch to the skin Slowly leaving without motion Caused an earthquake in my chestplate Redefined the depths of what I just could not take Far beneath those skies uncharted Oh my my There's no sky I took to limit all things wild in you Abandoned views about why we share a room There's not one dead bone in this man