CHRIS CORNELL - Pillow Of Your Bones lyrics

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The embers of the saint inside of you<br>Are growing as I'm bathing in your glow<br>I'm swallowing the poison of your flower<br>And hanging on the rising of my low<br>Colorful and falling from your mouth<br>Like a painted fever in recoil<br>Like a lie without the pain<br><br>On a pillow of your bones<br>I will lay across the stones<br>Of your shore until the tide comes crawling back<br><br>A waning hand on silver granite ways<br>Will mend my broken limbs and bend my haze<br>I'm sleeping in the silence of your voice<br>I'm cradling the peril of my only choice<br>Colorful and falling from your mouth<br>Like a painted fever in recoil<br>Like a lie without the pain<br><br>On a pillow of your bones<br>I will lay across the stone<br>Of your shore until the tide comes crawling back<br>Throw my pillow on the fire<br>Make my bed under the eye<br>Of your moon until the tide comes crawling back<br><br>Even though the truth can burn inside or fall behind<br>I will wander through your open mind<br>And you will find no lie can hide<br>Until the tide comes crawling