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