Sanoja: Dark Dark Dark. Junk Bones.

All that junk you filled our bones with,
It fills us, too.

All that junk you filled our bones with,
It fills us, too

All that junk you filled our bones with,
It fills us, too, but
Now you're a ghost, you can find
A home away from here
I always wanted to find a home away from here
Out in the field so weighted for the first time

All that rope you hang your neck with,
It left a mark

All that rope you hang your neck with,
It left a mark

All that rope you hang your neck with,
It left a mark, but
Now you're a ghost, you can find
A home away from here
I always wanted to find a home away from here
Out in the field so grounded for the first time

All that river swept you under
Carried us, too

All that river swept you under,
Carried us too

All that river swept you under,
Carried us too, but
Now you're a ghost you can find
A home away from here
I always wanted to find a home away from here
Out in the field so anchored for the first time

All the wind that blows through your head
Makes things new

All the wind that blows through your head
Makes things new

All the wind that blows through your head
Makes things new
Now you're a ghost, you can find
A home away from here
I always wanted to find a home away from here
When will I watch you take off for the last time?