Little Clay Bears

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Well, the cemetery singers
Their voices pierce the night
And the whole town is hearing
but they don’t dare to look
For they know the poor souls they took
Their faces are pale by the moon
Like the headstones that they sit upon
And the children are watching
From the tree line’s low light
And I am among them tonight
Well, the cemetery singers
Hang like bats in the bells over town
They live in black clouds that sit still through the day
And at night they return to the graves
Oh at night they return to the graves
Oh at night they return to the graves
And at night they return to the graves

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You sat in the corner with a candle in your hand
And I watched the light dance on your skin
I laid in my bed in the dark
And took it all in
Your ruby eyes shot me
And the blue night bled out
A red bird was born at my end
‘Neath the glass where I live
I’ve got no blood to give away

I’m ruby red and blue
Thinking of you

All the crows that you send
End up dead at my window
All the pictures you take in my head
Have the moon bright above us
And a blue dress that’s blown by the wind
There’s a storm in the distance
That we cannot yet hear
There’s a girl holding on to your hand
She has tears in her eyes
And a fistful of hair once again

I’m ruby red and blue
Thinking of you

There’s a pair of red eyes
In the blue of the night
And they’re shining the shine of your name
There’s a particular picture where the moon is half gone to the rain