Dry Bones Rising

There's a lock on the door

that we never used

Heavy shadows leaning in,

quiet and bruised (breathe)

I can hear the walls talking now

I can feel the floor give way somehow (ooh)

Break the latch and let the cold wind blow

Out into the dark where the wild things go (ahhhh)

Now the forest is breathing a deeper sigh

We are small silhouettes under an endless sky

Break the latch and let the cold wind blow

Out into the dark where the wild things go (ahhhh)

Where the wild things go...