I read your bones like a Brautigan poem Over and over I traced your shoulders And in the margins I took notes For your future lovers to discover Corbeau, untitled ♪ I read your bones like prophetic stones Now I know your secrets You can't change what the ink says You were born to be adorned And I'd die to be buried on your sleeve Corbeau, unbridled ♪ I see the Sun through all your clouds Not everyone's as lucky or allowed ♪ I read your bones when no one was home I'm sorry for the last time