Here in this little home, Where rest our flesh and bone, we fuss and we moan. But let our healing come. O yes, I hope it comes. Must we starve to be strong? This kneeling bed-by-bed, Where rest and lust our fed, we fold our hands under our bowed heads. But who we asking for? Be it for us, or for our Lord? Have we not enough that we want more? Feel alive! Feel in love! Feel the bones in your chest! Feel the surrounding skin, And the blood that flows within, Just feel your stomach twisting beat-by-beat! A bone in the burning sand triggers the fear Of man, and there's always some fault in the law. But we go and we work real hard, And what we earn becomes what we are, And its nothing less than we'd kill for. But feel alive! Feel in love! Feel the bones in your chest! Feel the surrounding skin, And the blood that flows within, Just feel your stomach twisting beat-by-beat!