400 Bones

400 bones crumpled in bed
 I'm the only one who knows that you're still breathing
 Beneath the blanket of another French death
 This afternoon is one I will be keeping
 Where skin is painted by a brush from the sun
 Pull the sheets up to your neck so she can't see us
 And let the clocks do all the worrying for once
 We're passing out inside the sleeping mausoleum
 This is my safe house in the hurricane
 It is where my love lays
 200 treasured bones
 This is my warmth behind the cold war
 That day is what I'm living for
 Forever coming home
 Here's to the room I can rest in
 The door I'll always open, never to be closed
 You as my horizon line
 the star I never get by
 Takes me back to home
 200 perfect bones
 On absent days I will return to this place
 and play a silent color film within my head
 in which the pillow leaves a cold upon your face
 and all at once it all makes perfect sense
 400 bones crumpled in bed
 I'm the only one who knows that you're still breathing