well i watched your black tied family
rise up from graves near cemeteries
that i have not been to since you goodbye
and i drank another simile [bad word] your Jesus to a thief
he took my bones and turned them into bread.

cause i can feel your pain, in my bones, in my bones.

i was scared to call your mother
for news that you weren't getting better
well my God, what the [bad word] am i supposed to do?
and i ran off and ran on to something
that i swore was everything but beautiful
i only say that word for you

cause I can feel your pain, in my bones, in my bones.

and i can feel your pain, deep in my bones, deep in my bones.

and hallelujah to the one in our bones
and hallelujah to the one that we love