The less we know for the better
Our sins always carry
Us back to the table for dinner
Lay your head on the pillows of our fields and our gallows
Rest those bones from the aches of the world you've made
Oh, but soon you'll see
Flames are burning on the sea
Stable stones
Skipping rocks, you hit the bones
Skipping rocks, you hit the bones
Skipping rocks, you hit the bones
You'll see
Mores is less, as we know it
Those tests just don't blow out your mind
As the rest of the world divides
Count your fears of the seasons
And those tears for no reasons
Out your eyes
From the aches of the world you've made
Oh, but soon you'll see
Flames are burning on the sea
Stable stones
Skipping rocks, you hit the bones
Skipping rocks, you hit the bones
Skipping rocks, you hit the bones
You'll see
