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