Album Cover The Turning of Our Bones

The Turning of Our Bones

Arab Strap

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I don′t give a fuck about the past

Our glory days gone by

All I care about right nowIs that wee mole inside your thigh

And my confidence might crumble

But my brio is unbroken

Let me loosen all your knots

Let our bodies be awoken

It's been another seven years

It′s showing 'round the eyes

Another seven years entombed

In lethargy and lies

But let's dig out our old clothes

And prepare for celebration

I am the son of sleep

All I need′s an invitation

The heart began to putrify

And then the body bloated

As our hair and teeth fell out

We did our best to be devoted

But let′s squeeze the maggots from our flesh

Like tiny poison pustules

Abandon all decorum

Boil us down to our essentials

We're all just carbon, water, starlight

Oxygen and dreams

And the sun, the moon, the earth, the neighbours

Long to hear our screams

So if Bacchus is a friend to love

Then take this cup of kindness

Just one sip, one chug, one kiss

Could cure us of our blindness

Hear my wanton whispers

My loud, intemperate plea

We′ve been down among the dead men

Now you're coming up with me

Dig us up and hold us high

Raise our carcass to the sky

Wrap us up in sequin skin

And we can dance again in sin

Just take my hand and be brave

We′ll say goodbye to this grave

Tonight we salsa, we rave

We are upcycled and saved

We've got the hay so let′s roll

Surrender all self-control

Quick now before the bell tolls

Let's sing the sighs from our souls

In the long grass underneath the sun, I saw you

In Tesco with your buttons undone, I saw you

Hand in hand as we do the school run, I saw you

In a mask with a secret someone, I saw you

Let's not be bashful, don′t be oblique

The flesh is willing but the spirit is weak

The second life is calling

Feel its pull, feel its tow

So let′s live now before we're back below