off the map under the sun lyrics – fall of the leafe

it rains on and off while air is so thick and nervous
as if someone was spying a distance away and waiting for something to begin
begin or end
but where the h*ll are they going?
with empty string bags
as they hurry like phantoms with their way among the living lost
just sun-white bones on the streets

it’s a distance away
the smallest imaginable flicker
a sign of hope
while confusion seems to come along with the raind and the sun
a call for the lost

on the streets but en route to nowhere
but then again, do you need to, if you’re but a sun-white bone
and hung out like a bear skin to dry

/ fall of the leafe lyrics