pointing bone
siouxsie and the banshees
the splendor splits like a golden skin
he and the wizards cry like humming birds
when held on high by the riverside
distant in troubled trance
sacrificial hearts for a pointing bone
with a gorgon's head and a cloak of skulls
they're kindling fires in open wounds
beacons blaze toward a waning moon
when held on high by the riverside
sacrificial hearts for a pointing bone