This was meant to crumble

Through Boulevard he headed nowhere

Took a chance but stumbled

Through Beuran Ave

He lead them nowhere

But you and I

Still tend to yards of bones

And still they try

To weed our hearts from home

No one caught the numbers

Elizabeth quickly led nowhere

Left with prints of rubber

In record time

Leading them nowhere

But you and I

Still tend to yards of bones

And still they try to weed us from our home

But you and I

Still build around it's bones

And still they try

To pry us from our home

These Bones have made your heart my home