You are the one with fingertip tongue
Scratching words on bone (bone)
You are the one with razor eyes
Cutting away at what I hide
You are the lead rain
That falls, hot and boiling
Working its way to bone (bone)
Wherever you are, I feel you
With me or not at all, yeah

Words cling like blades of ivy
Wrapping around my brain (brain)
You are the one with gun tongue
Blasting away at what I hide
You are the one
A writer of sorts
Slip off your weapons and ride
You are the one
The writer of songs
Certain surrender

Words on bone (bone)
Words on the bone (bone)
Words on bone (bone)
Words on the bone

Death wishes it could have me
Waits until you're gone (gone)
It, too, knows your words
And waits until you're gone (gone)
You are the lead rain
That falls, hot and boiling
Working its way to bone
Wherever you are, I feel you
With me or not at all

Words on a bone (bone)
Words on the bone (bone)
Words on a bone (bone)
Words on the bone, yeah

(Certain surrender)
Words on a bone