Well, I left my home on hollow bones

While you were curled and sleeping

And I wandered far beneath a concrete star

And slept along the highways.

But even though I am lost all the time

I've got hooks in my sides that you left there

But you're not the same, you died along the way

Now we're ghosts and we're praying for winter.

Well, I found a wheel that squeaks and squeals

And I left it on your doorstep

Because I heard that you might be broken, too

And I thought it'd keep you company.

But even though I am lost all the time

I've got hooks in my sides that you left there

But you're not the same, you died along the way

Now we're ghosts and we're praying for winter.