[Verse 1] There is dust inside the doorway There are stories in the grain There are footsteps in the floorboards There is time inside the frame There are hands I never knew Still somehow shaping mine Every room has kept a little Of the ones left behind [Pre-Chorus] I am not made out of nowhere I am more than what I own There are colors older than me Settled deep inside my bones [Chorus] Ochre in my bones Earth beneath my skin Every place that ever held them Still is living deep within Ochre in my bones Old as dust and warm as home I can wander far and wide But I was never made alone Clay and timber Smoke and stone All the things that made me known Ochre in my bones Ochre in my bones [Verse 2] There are prayers beneath my breathing Older than the words I know There is sweat inside the timber There is blood beneath the soil There are hands that kept on working When the easy answer failed There are backs that bent with burden There are hearts that still prevailed [Pre-Chorus] I am not made out of nowhere I am more than what I own There are colors older than me Settled deep inside my bones [Chorus] Ochre in my bones Earth beneath my skin Every hand that came before me Still is working deep within Ochre in my bones Old as dust and warm as home Prayer and blood and sweat together Taught this family tree to grow Clay and timber Smoke and stone Love in labor Roots well grown Ochre in my bones Ochre in my bones [Bridge] Now I plant for those behind me What was planted here for me Lay my hands upon the future Root it deep and let it be I will build what they can stand on Leave some shelter when I’m gone Let my colors join the others In the walls they’re leaning on What I carry, I will give them Prayer and grit and room to grow So one day they’ll find my ochre In the places they call home [Final Chorus] Ochre in my bones Earth beneath my skin Every hand that came before me Still is working deep within Ochre in my bones Old as dust and warm as home Prayer and blood and sweat together Taught this family tree to grow Now my hands are in the story Now my colors carry on Clay and timber Smoke and stone Love in labor Roots well grown Ochre in my bones Ochre in their bones
