One, two, three; one, two, three...



I left my home on hollow bones

While you were curled and sleeping

And I wandered far beneath the concrete star

And I slept along the highways



But even though I've been 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



I found a wheel that squeaks and squeals

And I left it on your doorstep

'cause I heard that you might be broken, too

And I thought it'd keep you company



But even though I've been 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