Bones

She sits in the sunlight each morning
And waits for her memory to fade
If she tells you she's got amessiah
It's one that she's already made
She's no longer taking shortcuts
In her village of Rome
And nobody's home

By the time that the summer is over
She's nowhere to be seen
She smiles and looks slightly frightened
As you walk past she wants to cry...

clown and moon shine over dust.