Bones - Camphor

Everywhere you look are piles of bones

And everyone you meet is piles of bones

The floor beneath your feet

The language that you speak

The gospel that you preach is piles of bones

Everywhere you look are sticks and stones

And everything you own is overgrown

The stars that shine above

The object of your love

Everythin you know is piles of bones

But oh, how inspiring

Oh, how real