a mouth of every wolf of every night rolling on the ground of every day always on me always half of every rule that we will break a quarter love a quarter hate half of every lesson a third of every scene never mean that much to me oh i know a fool only knows he knows enough enough oh just blood and bones a spark of the heart and then when we turn to dust and then when we turn to dust and then when we turn to dust goodbye goodbye rolling on the floor of every hour taking all of that there is to take always on you always owning everything there is to own a little blood a little bone shoving everything through every hole is not the way to go i know a fool only knows he knows enough enough oh just blood and bones a spark of the heart and then when we turn to dust and then when we turn to dust and then when we turn to dust goodbye goodbye