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