Oh to gnaw at your pretty skin
For you are good enough to eat
Soon you'll join with the gossiping
And then with the winding sheet
You may throw me to the flames
But in the embers my remains
My stooping frame
My withered bones away
You turn like river stones
You may try to bury me
But even in the darkest woods
There will be nowhere, no good, no way
My bones will rise out of the clay
And by the time you're lost and alone
My old bones could carry you home
They'll whisper softly in your ear
You cannot make me disappear
You cannot make me disappear
You cannot make me disappear
You cannot make me disappear
You cannot make me disappear
You cannot make me disappear
You cannot make me disappear
You cannot make me disappear
You cannot make me disappear
You cannot make me disappear
You cannot make me disappear
You cannot make me disappear
You cannot make me disappear
You cannot make me disappear
You cannot make me disappear
You cannot make me disappear
You cannot make me disappear
You cannot make me disappear
You cannot make me disappear
You cannot make me disappear
