Sophie, I lay my bones at your feet
Dangling from the sycamore tree
Its branches recoil in fever dreams
And everybody's still waving from the street

All the dogs in the neighborhood
Have run away
They know something we don't
But are too afraid
To say it to our face

Sophie, I lay my bones at your feet
(SOPHIE I LAY MY BONES AT YOUR FEET)
Dangling from the sycamore tree
(DANGLING FROM THE SYCAMORE TREE)
Its branches recoil
And everybody's still waving from the street

All the dogs in the neighborhood
Have run away
They know something we don't
But are too afraid
To look us in the eye and
SAY IT
TO
MY
FACE