Texty: Joanna Newsom. Other. Only Skin.

Mes amis, we are restless things
Little seaweed are swaddling
And you call upon the dusk
Of the musk of the squid
Shot full of ink, until you sink
Into your crib

Show me the house
Upon the hill
Where you were living
Fireplace was stoked
The cupboard stocked
Full of provision
And the grandfather clock
Upon the wall
Told us the time
And then came a sound
Love had to drown
Love, were you dying?

Oh was the fire moved away
Fire moved away son?
Why whould you say
I was the last one?

Scrub your knee, there's only skin
Makes a sound of violins
And you call upon the dusk
Of the musk of the squid
Shot full of ink until you sink
Into your crib

Show me the house
Upon the hill
Where you were living
Fireplace was stoked
The cupboard stocked
Full of provisions
And the grandfather clock
Upon the wall
Told us the time
And then came a sound
Love had to count
On you dying

Oh was the fire moved away?
Fire, it moves away, son
Oh, why would you say
I was the last one?
Milkymoon
All my bones they are gone, gone, gone
All my bones they are gone, gone, gone
All my bones they are gone, gone, gone