Billie’s tears fall like dust    From the air into my eyes    Seeping in before they rust    Spilling secrets words can’t hide    I am standing on the bones    Of a mound too high to climb    Selling secrets to atone    For a song that is not mine       Billie’s bones are white and bleached    Piled high and hard to reach    And the top looks cold and bleak    But I see farther when I stand    On Billie’s bones in Billie’s land       There’s an orchid in her hair    There are bruises on her lips    I would worship if I dared    Kneeling at her fingertips    I would tell her how I’ve yearned    To be worthy of the grail    All these years and all I’ve learned    Is just how brilliantly I fail       Billie’s bones are white and bleached    Piled high and hard to reach    And the top looks cold and bleak    But I see farther when I stand    On Billie’s bones in Billie’s land       Now the flesh of earth has passed    Now the joints have come undone    All that’s left of her is ash    Scattered on the air like crumbs       There are voices on the wind    Stolen whispers, sacred moans    You can hear them through your skin    And the singing of the bones    When the wind blows from the east    I can taste her on my tongue    And the grave is lined and paved with    All the songs we never sung       Billie’s bones are white and bleached    Piled high and hard to reach    And the top looks cold and bleak    But I see farther when I stand    On Billie’s bones in Billie’s land