Bones Of Ours

Don't unearth them

We are tired

Bones they listen

And desire

All our bleeding

Will deny

Bones who listen

And require

They require

They require

I am tired

I'm so tired

Send them the lamb

Send them the lamb

Sweet little lamb

Our sweet little lamb

You think you own her

To the earth we return her

Bones of the lamb

Our sweet little lamb

You think you own her?

She is mine

She is mine

You don't own me

Your sweet little lamb

Bones of ours

Bones of ours