Opening Reel (intro)

Got another tape here,

label's half torn off

says a name I don't recognize and a date I can't make

out

Bone already knows what's on it.

She always knows before I ask. (hummmm)

Press record.

Let's see who's talking tonight.

The dust on the reel is thirty years deep

It smells like iron,

it smells like sleep

I set the levels,

I turn the dial

Let's hear what she has on file

Some names are written on the paper

Some names are written in the clay (oooh)

We listen to the static vapor

And write down what they had to say

He left a house on the edge of the hill

He left a cup that is standing there still

But there is a shadow

that he couldn't leave

A quiet sigh

that's starting to weave (ahhhh)

I see him in the kitchen now

He's holding on to something cold

It's just a job,

it's just a file

But some stories never should be told

That's all she heard before the line went dead.

Just static.

(hummmm) Shut it off,

Bone.

We've got enough for tonight.