Stones and bones and marigolds
Flowers stones and bones
Stones and bones, you’ve scarred my soul
This is not my home

In the house upon the hill
Things are out of hand
Everyone’s undone
Foundation made of sand

The lovers who once loved
Now in separate beds
Playing little games
Messing with each others heads

Stones and bones and marigolds
Flowers stones and bones
Stones and bones, you’ve scarred my soul
This is not my home

The trees are dancing in the wind
To the songs of the chimes
Hope that I can make it through
These are trying times

The children laughing loud
Dogs are barking too
Mowers mowing lawns
This is not where I belong

Stones and bones and marigolds
Flowers stones and bones
Stones and bones, you’ve scarred my soul
This is not my home
This is not my home