Where the sky is grey
And the clouds are torn
And the strange ones play
And the insects swarm

Falling like feathers
Drifting like petals
Pieces of paper
The ashes of us

Break like bone china
Faces in mirrors
Piece us together
The ashes of us

Where the orchid grows
There's a sunny place
Where I sip my tea
With the scarecrow's grace

Falling like feathers
Drifting like petals
Pieces of paper
The ashes of us

Break like bone china
Faces in mirrors
Piece us together
The ashes of us