The less we know for the better Our sins always carry Us back to the table for dinner Lay your head on the pillows of our fields and our gallows Rest those bones from the aches of the world you've made Oh, but soon you'll see Flames are burning on the sea Stable stones Skipping rocks, you hit the bones Skipping rocks, you hit the bones Skipping rocks, you hit the bones You'll see Mores is less, as we know it Those tests just don't blow out your mind As the rest of the world divides Count your fears of the seasons And those tears for no reasons Out your eyes From the aches of the world you've made Oh, but soon you'll see Flames are burning on the sea Stable stones Skipping rocks, you hit the bones Skipping rocks, you hit the bones Skipping rocks, you hit the bones You'll see