Through the iron winter to the fires of June   Through the five o'clock skyline to the deeadlocked moon   There's a flickering figure dancing alone   Making her junk creatures out of rags and bones      Where the vapour is rising between the seedling and the vine   And though the shadow's in waiting are wasting their time   Cos my veins are tracking street maps and the compass and the stones   And I'm still making my junk creatures out of rags and bones      Oh yeah, the hammer and the nail   Oh yeah, the heart's in the small change   Oh yeah, and the Devil's in the detail   Ans in my rags and bones      Now it's the fist through the window, it's the wine that you brought   It's a far cry from the shackles of cognitive thought   It's the lines on the fridge door, just see how they've grown   Up from little junk creatures made from rags and bones      Oh yeah, the hammer and the nail   Oh yeah, the heart's in the small change   Oh yeah, and the Devil's in the detail   And in the rags and bones      And now the candle's flickered out, the walls have been built   And they are racking up the weapons of blood and piss and guilt   Voices have been silenced, but they belong to anyone   And these little junk creatures made from rags and bones   And these little junk creatures made from rags and bones   Rags and bones