Beth Jeans Houghton & the Hooves of Destiny - The Barely Skinny Bone Tree Lyrics

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The Barely Skinny Bone Tree

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What Are The Lyrics For The Barely Skinny Bone Tree By Beth Jeans Houghton & the Hooves of Destiny?
Below the barley skinny bone tree
You laid an egg and so you bore me Your feathers breathe and separate Flesh walls you break Below the barely skinny bone tree You laid an egg and so you bore me A baby boy with eyes of mercury Your feathers breathe and separate Like curdled words your mother baked And I'm your house, flesh walls that you create Well life it exploded, your words duelly noted This coming of pictures, to all of my parts I'll expect these mountains, to fall when I've found them So carelessly circular back to the start Call for help survivals hardest When suspended by loves harness And I'm for you and you are you for me Below the barely skinny bone tree You laid an egg and so you bore me A baby boy with eyes of mercury Well life it exploded, your words duelly noted This coming of pictures, to all of my parts I'll expect these mountains, to fall when I've found them So carelessly circular back to the start |
Who Wrote The Barely Skinny Bone Tree By Beth Jeans Houghton & the Hooves of Destiny?
Beth Jeans Houghton
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What's The Duration Of The The Barely Skinny Bone Tree By Beth Jeans Houghton & the Hooves of Destiny?The duration of The Barely Skinny Bone Tree is 4:02 minutes and seconds. |
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