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