| There’s a bone in my ear
|
| Keeps singing your name
|
| Sometimes it’s like pleasure
|
| Sometimes it’s like pain
|
| It’s a small voice and quiet
|
| But I hear it plain
|
| There’s a bone in my ear
|
| Keeps singing your name
|
| In my heart there’s a an image
|
| Like looking through glass
|
| Could be looking at me Could be looking right past
|
| I don’t like it when
|
| I can’t tell which is true
|
| But I wouldn’t trade the world
|
| For that picture of you
|
| Moon in the water
|
| Cold light in the streets
|
| Warmth in your fingers
|
| Sweat in your sheets
|
| Laid out like an offering
|
| Where two currents meet
|
| The river is dark
|
| But the water is sweet
|
| Wailing on the mountain
|
| Smoke on the wind
|
| Can’t drown out the whisper
|
| Or the scent of your skin
|
| Don’t know where it came from
|
| But I know where it came
|
| There’s a bone in my ear
|
| Keeps singing your name |