The Turning of the Bones - I Like Trains

It’s the little things that you forget

It’s the pieces you will never find

And can’t quite put your finger on

That you will miss the most

Weave me in your branches

Don’t put me to the test

There is no fat left to chew upon these bones

We took you all into our hearts

And we raised you as our own

And what we built in secret made us weak

Well, it wasn’t built to last

We knew our strength lay in defeat

And we will dance ourselves to sleep

And we will dance ourselves to sleep

Weave me

Into your branches, I belong here

Tonight we wake the dead

As sure as the river bleeds into the sea

I will drink myself into your wooden arms

And we

We will dance ourselves to sleep