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 Oh hallelujah, you are sitting in the light You faught for your eyes, faught for eyes So you stay awake I am affected, from counting all your ways And when they're gone, when they're gone I count the holes they leave THESE GATES ARE RARELY OPEN AND I LONG, I LONG TO SEE THEM THESE GATES ARE RARELY OPEN AND I CLIMB, I CLIMB TO FIND THEM BUT I FALL, WHERE THEY DANCE THEY DANCE AND I HAVE NO HANDS THEY DANCE DANCE, I HAVE NO HANDS I made a bargain, for the endpoint of my grief I've known it well, known it well I think it's on my side I miss your hands, i miss looking at your ring And seeing gold, seeing gold See the gold of kings Feel the pulse of pilgrims, echoing the way All the waking, walking visions Steady set the pace Steady set the pace, on restless games YOU LOOK LIKE HOME TODAY Stumble, longing for a shoulder Lean along the way These hours we are getting closer The bend is room for grace The bend is room for grace The bend is room for grace, it's the blues of our names YOU LOOK LIKE HOME TODAY