Your Bones are cold, they walk alone
They stagger out of time
The ghosts critique your silent leave
You've turned your back on peace of mind
You go, go, your body leaves its track marks behind
Cause you've lost your guide to a crooked smile, again
Home, this is not our home, it's a stop to rest
You lean along a flight of stairs and you worry for your health
You go, go , your body leaves
It can' stay well
Cause you've lost your guide to a crooked smile, again
I WILL CALM AND QUIET NOW YOUR BONES
LIKE A WARM STONE...
You usher in the silence, turn your head, turn your head
Now in the silence you are fed, you are fed
You're steady as you're waiting
For someone to take your place
Cause you've lost your guide to a crooked smile, again
I WILL CALM AND QUIET NOW YOUR BONES
LIKE A WARM STONE...
LIKE A WEANED CHILD...LIKE A WARM STONE