Collar Bones

Well I cry out
It didn't hurt me none
A reckless wind under a slow sun
Now all the troubadours, they all pay for dolls
Your heart is an after thought
There's a vacancy
It's just a start
You could head north and be at the edge of laws
And you break [?] wings
You are a new bird
There was nothing, these are the first words

Collarbones the size of your weakness

An aching roar from your fragile hands
The length of forearm where your hair stands
Its reining in, riding on the window screen
Its a melody, its a t-shirt scene

Collarbones the size of your weakness

All the phone calls
All the way
All the phone calls
All the [?]
All the ways
All the ways