Lyrics Bones - Camphor

Bones

Everywhere you look are piles of bones
And everyone you meet is piles of bones
The floor beneath your feet
The language that you speak
The gospel that you preach is piles of bones
Everywhere you look are sticks and stones
And everything you own is overgrown
The stars that shine above
The object of your love
Everythin you know is piles of bones
But oh, how inspiring
Oh, how real