Collecting pieces of my family in an old pillow case This one has a skull but it don't have a face These look like the arms of father so strong And the ring on this finger means my Grandma is gone Here's some legs in a cloud where my sister once played Here's some mud made of blood and these teeth are decayed The ear of my brother, The hand of a friend And I just can't put them back together again Pick up the bones and set them on fire Follow the smoke going higher and higher Pick up the bones and wish them goodnight Pray 'em a prayer and turn out the light There are stains on the floor where kitchen once stood There are ribs on the fire place mixed with the wood There are forces in the air, ghosts in the wind