the sound we used to make was skin and bones   our very self indulgent drone   but have things changed that much today?   well, it's too far for me to say   our necks still strained from heavy heads   we used to shoulder round the woods   and though that air was never fresh   we soldiered on like blood and flesh      and it softened the blow to our heads   but we find ourselves at end after end   and when the fabric starts to fray   we would return on other days   and we were born once again      skin on skin and arm to arm   it's bound to crash but don't be alarmed      the lake remains a stable floor   and it is just outside our doors   so we're not lonely anymore   lonely like we were before