I found your hair Growing in the ground somewhere Wait until I find your bones Don't worry: you won't be buried alone I found your teeth Hanging from an olive tree I knew that they were part of you Due to the fact that they were so hard to chew You'd have me believe That every little piece is a map to the whole thing My ear to the ground In case you make a sound Will you ever come back around? In every rock In every stem In every stalk There is something just like yours Or is it? What is it I'm looking for? Bird in the mirror I never saw the truth so clearly Talking to myself And nobody else No wonder it's lonely here You'd have me believe That every little piece is a map to the whole thing My ear to the ground In case you make a sound Will you ever come back around? My ear to the ground In case you make a sound Will you ever come back around?