These Bones

After dark I don't know where you go
Made of rock but you are a stone
And the winter calls feel like the springtime
Either way the sun isn't home

Where she goes
I don't know
Where she goes
I can't know

'Cause I can't let go
'Cause I can't let go

Light a candle
Fly upon the altar
It's not often we're here alone
And the street lights don't go dark 'round here
But we don't pay no mind
No we just take our time when we go
Then we go

Where she goes
I don't know
When the cold winter blows
I can't know

'Cause I can't let go
'Cause I can't let go

These bones weren't made for these stones
These bones weren't made for these stones ...