Static - Throwing Muses

Your mouth fell out of the sky

And suddenly, I had it memorized

But, honestly

It’s like you’re dead

A pretty picture of you breathing air

And you’re just standing there

Static

Your hope is on the wing, is on a bus

Tearing down the road

Your road is in the dark, is in the sun

In the rain and cold

You’re cold

You’re made of heat

You’re made of skin

Made of cloth and bone

Your bones are made of sponge

Are made of plexiglass

Tin and hope

Your hope is on the wing, is on a bus

Tearing down the road

Your road is in the dark, is in the sun

In the rain and cold

You’re cold

You’re made of heat

You’re made of skin

Made of cloth and bone

Your bones are made of sponge

Are made of plexiglass

Tin and hope

Your hope is on the wing, is on a bus

Tearing down the road

Your road is in the dark, is in the sun

In the rain and cold

You’re cold

You’re made of heat

You’re made of skin

Made of cloth and bone

Your bones are made of sponge

Are made of plexiglass

Tin and hope

Your hope is on the wing, is on a bus

Tearing down the road

Your road is in the dark, is in the sun

In the rain and cold

You’re cold

You’re made of heat

You’re made of skin

Made of cloth and bone

Your bones are made of sponge

Are made of plexiglass

Tin and hope

Your hope is on the wing, is on a bus

Tearing down the road

Your road is in the dark, is in the sun

In the rain and cold

You’re cold

You’re made of heat

You’re made of skin

Made of cloth and bone

Your bones are made of sponge

Are made of plexiglass

Tin and hope

Your hope is on the wing, is on a bus

Tearing down the road