There's a bone in my ear
   Keeps singing your name
   Sometimes it's like pleasure
   Sometimes it's like pain
   It's a small voice and quiet
   But I hear it plain
   There's a bone in my ear
   Keeps singing your name
  
   In my heart there's a an image
   Like looking through glass
   Could be looking at me
   Could be looking right past
   I don't like it when
   I can't tell which is true
   But I wouldn't trade the world
   For that picture of you
  
   Moon in the water
   Cold light in the streets
   Warmth in your fingers
   Sweat in your sheets
   Laid out like an offering
   Where two currents meet
   The river is dark
   But the water is sweet
  
   Wailing on the mountain
   Smoke on the wind
   Can't drown out the whisper
   Or the scent of your skin
   Don't know where it came from
   But I know where it came
   There's a bone in my ear
   Keeps singing your name