The Bones of a Bird

The holy ghost is out on loan
Inside of what it couldn't break,
More than just the marrow's bone.

A check-out card that's carved in stone
So red birds know they'll never take
For the holy ghost is out on loan.

A pleading voice comes through the phone
And begs and begs for him to make
Her more than just the marrow's bone.

The answer rings in darkest tone
Startling all around to wake
'The holy ghost is out on loan'.

For what could he have to atone?
Filling the empty shelves with snakes
And more than just the marrow's bone.

We are alive but much alone
But written there just for our sake,
The holy ghost is out on loan
With more than just the marrow's bone.