Bibio - Bones & Skulls lyrics

Shortened stones And weathered broken gla** I'll never trace their path The reason for their form It's like the hairless brush Or the broken little things In the kitchen drawer Full of forgotten memories That are gonna be gone Like the people who made them And the people who broke them And the people who found them And the people who put them in drawers Or the children who let them out With the pottery And the bones and skulls of birds