Oh how the night is thick Buried within are its secrets The ones we keep The words we speak Are just not enough Oh how the stars are sweet Strewn across the streets The scriptures bare The wolf the hare Must eat each other There's a ridge of bone That keeps back the parade The unsteady sleep of books stacked And all that they say There's a ridge of bone That keeps back the parade The unsteady sleep of books stacked And all that they say I've lost a limb to you Oh what a gorgeous view Your talons bare The wolf the hare Must fight each other There's a ridge of bone That keeps back the parade The unsteady sleep of books stacked And all that they say There's a ridge of bone That keeps back the parade The unsteady sleep of books stacked And all that they say Wisest men have known that it's folly to part From the phantom pains of limbs that we lost through the march There's a ridge of bone That keeps back the parade The unsteady sleep of books stacked And all that they say