Pillow Of Your Bones Lyrics - Euphoria Morning - Chris Cornell

The embers of the saint inside you 

Are growing as I'm bathing in your glow 

I'm swallowing the poison of your flower 

And hanging on the rising of my low 

Colorful and falling from your mouth 

Like a painted fever in recoil, like a lie without the pain 

On a pillow of your bones, I will lay across the stones 

Of your shore until the tide comes crawling 

Throw the pillow on the fire, make my bed under the eye 

Of your moon until the tide comes crawling back 

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A waning hand on silver granite wave 

Will mend my broken limbs and bend my haze 

I'm sleeping in the silence of your voice 

I'm cradling the peril of my only choice 

Colorful and falling from your mouth 

Like a painted fever in recoil, like a lie without the pain 

On a pillow of your bones I will lay across the stone 

Of your shore until the tide comes crawling 

Throw my pillow on the fire, make my bed under the eye 

Of your moon until the tide comes crawling back 

Even though the truth can burn inside or fall behind 

I will wander through your open mind and you will find no lie can hide 

Until the tide comes crawling 

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On a pillow of your bones, I will lay across the stones 

Of your shore until the tide comes crawling 

Throw the pillow on the fire, make my bed under the eye 

Of your moon until the tide comes crawling 

On a pillow of your bones, I will lay across the stones 

Of your shore until the tide comes crawling back