Broken Bones (Sons and Daughters)

She was merged she was thin The case was wide open I see a heart on her shoulder With his first name written And what do lately Consider to be yourself? With your outsize hands Your molten breath October is the month We'll pray for the summer When trees are branching A long distant murmur And what do lately Consider to be yourself? With your outsize hands Your molten breath So keep writing her name So it's setting in stone You'll live in the shadow Of these broken bones