Is it in my bones? Well, I don't know.
Left out in the woods, beneath the snow.
Wait until the Spring, we'll dig 'em out.
They will be burned. Fuel for their furnaces.
Was it in my blood? Well, I don't know.
There once was a trail that lead back home.
New Year's Eve will come and it will go.
I was drowning it all out with my headphones.
We will be burned. Fuel for their furnaces.
I don't need your bones.
I fossilize my own.
So they can warm their hands,
and can heat their homes.
Left out in the woods, beneath the snow.
Wait until the Spring, we'll dig 'em out.
They will be burned. Fuel for their furnaces.
Was it in my blood? Well, I don't know.
There once was a trail that lead back home.
New Year's Eve will come and it will go.
I was drowning it all out with my headphones.
We will be burned. Fuel for their furnaces.
I don't need your bones.
I fossilize my own.
So they can warm their hands,
and can heat their homes.