There's an old house with a blue heart
A TV lights up the choking dark
And in a white room an old man sighs
His friends a lamp and the ghost of a lie

Once in a cold march, my childhood friend
Took my hand and dragged me to the driveway's end
Where in the front yard, a dog would creep
The light in the darkness was his bare teeth

Find my bones in the bottles of the oak tree
My old ghosts never fail to catch up on me
Little sister, thief of peace
Let the crows of war cease their battle cries
And let these memories die

In a war-torn, damaged mind
The young man that he was never took flight
And I could see it in his broken eyes
As he gazed from the window of his room of white

Find my bones in the bottles of the oak tree
My old ghosts never fail to catch up on me
Little sister, thief of peace
Let the crows of war cease their battle cries
And let these memories die

In the heart of a bitter hound
There is an endless howl that never sounds
So lay a kind hand upon his back
For what is one lone wolf without a pack?

Find my bones in the bottles of the oak tree
My old ghosts never fail to catch up on me
Little sister, thief of peace
Let the crows of war cease their battle cries
Let these memories die
And let these memories die
And let these memories die