When the Bone Moon Dies

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Last of September
Compass of hunger
My magnetic luck don't turn me wrong
Prints on the window
Size of a t-shirt

We'd hurry when the lights c'mon and on
If you hear me now, c'mon
If you're breathing hard, c'mon, c'mon
All of the lies that your throat tells the morning when the bone moon dies
And all of the pieces of your heart that you cannot hide

Don't stop now
Being [?]
Soft hand and echoes
So many songs to walk along
The quiet of Boston
Dogs bark at the winter
An accordion of your ribcage
Birds in the gray sky
Did we burn the house down?
God, my hand, are we dead?

On and on, if you hear me now, c'mon
If you're breathing hard, c'mon, c'mon
All of the lies that your throat tells the morning when the bone moon dies
And all of the pieces of your heart that you cannot hide
Though you really wanna try

All of the lies that your throat tells the morning when the bone moon dies
And all of the pieces of your heart that you cannot hide
All of the lies that your throat tells the morning when the bone moon dies
And all of the pieces of your heart that you cannot hide
Though you really wanna try