Bones in the Soil, Rust in the Oil

When he’s calling out to us

I’m on fire

Save your life if you have time tonight

So why you quietly call to me

There is no answer

Stay all of your life

You don’t even look the same and you have not found your way

Over the empty

Every nights you know there are

Souls and spirits finding lives to hide behind

Over and over it goes, it’s unavoidable stages

Of hands in time

Try hitting the ground, maybe you’ll learn to appreciate the stars

Carry, carry your own head home

Carry, carry your own head home

Carry, carry your own head home

Carry, carry your own head home

Carry, carry your own head home