There's a bone in my ear

Keeps singing your name

Sometimes it's like pleasure

Sometimes it's like pain

It's a small voice and quiet

But I hear it plain

There's a bone in my ear

Keeps singing your name



In my heart there's a an image

Like looking through glass

Could be looking at me

Could be looking right past

I don't like it when

I can't tell which is true

But I wouldn't trade the world

For that picture of you



Moon in the water

Cold light in the streets

Warmth in your fingers

Sweat in your sheets

Laid out like an offering

Where two currents meet

The river is dark

But the water is sweet



Wailing on the mountain

Smoke on the wind

Can't drown out the whisper

Or the scent of your skin

Don't know where it came from

But I know where it came

There's a bone in my ear

Keeps singing your name