作词 : Ian billie's tears fall like dust from the air into my eyes seeping in before they rust spilling secrets words can't hide i am standing on the bones of a mound too high to climb selling secrets to atone for a song that is not mine billie's bones are white and bleached piled high and hard to reach and the top looks cold and bleak but i see farther when i stand on billie's bones in billie's land there's an orchid in her hair there are bruises on her lips i would worship if i dared kneeling at her fingertips i would tell her how i've yearned to be worthy of the grail all these years and all i've learned is just how brilliantly i fail billie's bones are white and bleached piled high and hard to reach and the top looks cold and bleak but i see farther when i stand on billie's bones in billie's land now the flesh of earth has passed now the joints have come undone all that's left of her is ash scattered on the air like crumbs there are voices on the wind stolen whispers, sacred moans you can hear them through your skin and the singing of the bones when the wind blows from the east i can taste her on my tongue and the grave is lined and paved with all the songs we never sung billie's bones are white and bleached piled high and hard to reach and the top looks cold and bleak but i see farther when i stand on billie's bones in billie's land
作词 : Ian billie's tears fall like dust from the air into my eyes seeping in before they rust spilling secrets words can't hide i am standing on the bones of a mound too high to climb selling secrets to atone for a song that is not mine billie's bones are white and bleached piled high and hard to reach and the top looks cold and bleak but i see farther when i stand on billie's bones in billie's land there's an orchid in her hair there are bruises on her lips i would worship if i dared kneeling at her fingertips i would tell her how i've yearned to be worthy of the grail all these years and all i've learned is just how brilliantly i fail billie's bones are white and bleached piled high and hard to reach and the top looks cold and bleak but i see farther when i stand on billie's bones in billie's land now the flesh of earth has passed now the joints have come undone all that's left of her is ash scattered on the air like crumbs there are voices on the wind stolen whispers, sacred moans you can hear them through your skin and the singing of the bones when the wind blows from the east i can taste her on my tongue and the grave is lined and paved with all the songs we never sung billie's bones are white and bleached piled high and hard to reach and the top looks cold and bleak but i see farther when i stand on billie's bones in billie's land
