The sun will soak your bones

In the blue hell there's nowhere to go

Dreams will rip the seams from above you

And send them on down

The house on the hill is waiting there still

The banners they wave as if to say

Come over here, we're welcoming you

Slip into night, turn into day

The sun will soak your bones

In the blue hell there's nowhere to go

Dreams will rip the seams from above you

And send them on down

Coffins will greet the bones in the ghost towns and send them around

Horns blare in the evening

Hear the trumpets

Send them on down