Bone Towers
Here it comes again another mile marker
All this self reflecting can’t be good for the soul
This time of year it seems it only gets darker
So it’s back in the saddle or back in the hole
The way you look at me considered forgetting
Whatever first put the gleam in your eye
No major tragedy, there’s nothing upsetting
It’s just that time of year stuff withers and dies
I’m looking up at the bone towers
I saw you waving from the twenty-third floor
Concrete skeletons of lost power
Nobody ever goes up there anymore
I’ve seen these monuments to lost faces
Waving their signal flags and trying to break through
The cries of strangers in strange places
I never thought that the stranger was you
I’m looking up at the bone towers
I saw you calling from the twenty-third floor
But no one’s ever there at this hour
No one’s ever really up there anymore
I hear coyotes and hyenas
A cry of mercy and hard truth
Here in the ruins of the arena
Hard love and lost youth
Civilization couldn’t quite finish
No glass, no beauty, just rebar and brick
A empty wishing pool with mud in it
I throw my penny in and wish it would stick
I see our love like a bone tower
A plaster poster for the grand campaign
A wreath, a garland of dead flowers
I don’t think I’m going up there again
I’m looking up at the bone towers
I see us falling from the twenty-third floor
Two shooting stars, we’re like a meteor shower
Maybe baby, that’s what the towers are for
I see our love like a bone tower
A plaster poster for the grand campaign
A wreath, a garland of dead flowers
Maybe you could take me up there again
