Bone Garden

I can throw my hands up

Pleading to the sky.

I can pound the ground

Foot and fist

Demanding why.

How could they let it end?

Never the same again.

How could they let it end?

Nothing here but pain.Sticks and stones,

Nothing grows

In a bone garden.

Winds that scrape

Cross the plains

Of an old bargain.

Driftwood trees

Sway and creak

In their hard dust beds.

Sticks and stones,

Nothing grows

In a bone garden.I can scream in anger;

I can cry.

But god is just as dead

In the end

As you or I.

How could they let it end?

Never the same again.

How could they let it end?

Nothing here but death.

Sticks and stones,

Nothing grows

In a bone garden.

Winds that scrape

Cross the plains

Of an old bargain.

Driftwood trees

Sway and creak

In their hard dust beds.Sticks and stones,

Nothing grows

In a bone garden.Calling all souls.

Never be the same.I can throw my hands up

Pleading to the sky.

I can pound the ground

Foot and fist

Demanding why.Is anyone there?

Is anyone there?

Calling all souls.Sticks and stones,

Nothing grows

In a bone garden.Lyrics

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