There's not much left but a sign where the crow sits and mocks your sorrows of the dead, neatly lined and bumbling through time the stitch and paint dissolve but the sign it lingers on while the corpses all await your visit no more than 5 seconds long As you fumble through your words and stumble over tongue
The houses of the bones got jumbled The houses of the bones got jumbled The houses of the bones The houses of the bones The houses of the bones got jumbled
They slip through earth, under dirt A Jane becomes a John in mortem "Just Seize the Day!" is all they say to the living heartless walking dead and to the hurt under dirt forgotten in the back of the room "Just take my place! This social grace is as Worthless as an Ode it's nothing to these Bones!"
The houses of the bones got jumbled The houses of the bones got jumbled The houses of the bones got jumbled The houses of the bones The houses of the bones
They were in love, they were young and her father had refused their union he had them killed their blood was spilled when his daughter wouldn't marry another their bodies lay miles away both buried in their families' cemeteries but soon one day they would lay with each other's head in hand only if they crawled the land
The houses of the bones got jumbled The houses of the bones got jumbled The houses of the bones got jumbled The houses of the bones The houses of the bones
After their death without their breath they make a pact with each other forming plans to crawl under land so her bony hands could hold his forever hold his forever HOLD HIS FOR...
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