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