Emily Bate - Say The Sad Clowns lyrics

Another heart beating real slow In cold storage Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting A transplant without a chest The color bleeds into the room Morning still suffers last night's wrung out moon Inside there's water Is it slowing to ice? And you're spending the day Quietly alive If you see a fearsome cloud of dust With a million arms and legs Which spin like plates in orbit Round half as many radiant heads It could be that the rapture came And we're the ones who're left So while the faithful play bridge up in the sky We cry, we cry It's ours! it's ours now! The abandoned cities and towns now All that good green gaining ground now O the bears wake up & shake their heads Flowers stand up in their beds & all the rest of us left for dead come down & we all parade around