These tiny bones, I lay them on my life They are you and you and you Arranged to be the skeleton of love I sit inside them at attention Like a dog waiting for its owner to return A garbage truck could flatten them into the road Or a wind could scatter them apart These tiny bones, I lay them on my life They are you and you and you As fragile as the remnants of a bird Without the guts, without the word With rain into the gutter, they could flush away And there everything I love would go These pearl bones, I wish they could be safe So few, so few Hung together with a thin string or something A family of bones