My high priestess
folded neatly
back in your box
Ooh Lord
call the song
he sang so sweetly
back in your box
Ooh Lord
found myself
astride a tiger
lifting my head
Just like you said
drown me now in
down of eider
get me to bed
Ooh Lord
lay my bones
in cobblestones
Lay my bones
in neat little rows
Lay my bones
in cobblestones
Lay my bones
in neat little rows
angels and idols
spiralling wild
wind in your necks
Ooh Lord
landed gentry
ride on behind me
wind in your necks
Ooh Lord
smokey progress
backroom sages
let me back in
put back the pin
'Cause now I follow
sawn up pages
can't read the text
Oooh no...
lay my bones
in cobblestones
Lay my bones
in neat little rows
Lay my bones
in cobblestones
Lay my bones
in neat little rows
In the house
where they grew up
there were secrets
and the saints
That the eyes
that see through
the game
would give anything
to the rain
Would picture the
counting your fingers
waiting for the focus
of your eyes
Oh no don't play fingers
fingers are for
pointing at the sky
Oh no don't play fingers
fingers are for
pointing at the sky
Yah-da da-da da-da da-da
Yah-da da-da da-da da-da
Yah-da da-da da-da da-da
Lay my bones
in cobblestones
Yah-da da-da da-da da-da
Yah-da da-da da-da da-da
Yah-da da-da da-da da-da
Lay my bones
in neat little rows
Yah-da da-da da-da da-da
Yah-da da-da da-da da-da
Yah-da da-da da-da da-da
Lay my bones
in cobblestones
Yah-da da-da da-da da-da
Yah-da da-da da-da da-da
Yah-da da-da da-da da-da
Lay my bones
in neat little rows