Well, I left my home on hollow bones
While you were curled and sleeping
And I wandered far beneath a concrete star
And slept along the highways

But even though I am lost all the time
I´ve got hooks in my sides that you left there
But you´re not the same, you died along the way
Now we´re ghosts and we´re praying for winter

Well, I found a wheel that squeaks and squeals
And I left it on your doorstep
Because I heard that you might be broken, too
And I thought it´d keep you company

But even though I am lost all the time
I´ve got hooks in my sides that you left there
But you´re not the same, you died along the way
Now we´re ghosts and we´re praying for winter