For the Benefit - Bernhoft, The Fashion Bruises

Ashen eyes

Aiming for the stars

Armed with the scars

You wear them like a crown

Sign of the times

Sneak a peek behind

But Joni wrote those lines

Ages ago

And here we stand

Miles from the charts

A bullseye for darts

That are flying off to mark

We’re dinosaurs ready to fall

While the little kids spill out all

The innermost beans

Have a final toast

Wave your arms from

Coast to coast to coast

While we try to wake

The comatose

Have them walk your way

Just one final toast

We’ll sing it to the sun

The wind, the souls

Sing it to the flowers

And the stones

Let them hear you say

Strange to think

In so little time

We’ve gone from sublime

To far beneath the ground

But after a while

We don’t wanna be

Joni or Patti

It’s a spiral game

Have a final toast

Wave your arms from

Coast to coast to coast

While we try to wake

The comatose

Have them walk your way

Just one final toast

And sing it to the sun

The wind, the souls

Sing it to the flowers

And the stones

Let them hear you say