Lyrics:

Morning's spinning vengeance
Clings just like a dog hair
Loss that leads me nowhere
Steely sleepers hellbound
Surplus lovers sing out
Photographs that we cling to
Still call our names
Pin your chest with hard times
Time atorched in bloodlines
Every drink that I'm sinking
Carries the taste

We sleep on stones
There's a killer in our homes
That drives the night in
We sleep on stones
Bitter winter's got our bones
And Lord knows
I've been searching

Sleeping through a dust storm
Beaten like a wing torn
Buttons pop and the heavens roar

Sermons from a pigpen
Light rushes from a crack den
Injured birds in a closing fist
I see tokens of a man's greed
Sewn upon a boy's sleeve
Take 'em down with a clean shot
Take 'em down

We sleep on stones
There's a killer in our homes
That drives the night in
We sleep on stones
Bitter winter's got our bones
And Lord knows
I've been searching

Hundred thousand heartbeats
Twisting in the bedsheets
Made my peace with Jesus long ago
If he sees what I see
Then he will forgive me
Take 'em down with a clean shot
Take 'em down

We sleep on stones
There's a killer in our homes
That drives the night in
We sleep on stones
Bitter winter's got our bones
And Lord knows
I've been searching
We sleep on stones
There's a killer in our homes
That drives the night in
We sleep on stones
Bitter winter's got our bones
And Lord knows
I've been searching