How can you find me when I'm hiding in a bag of bones? My blood may be sweeter than wine My blood, my hands, they don't speak anymore They don't speak Whispers around me My touch, my touch under [?] So how can you find me when I'm hiding in a bag of bones? So slow down, gently spin your head around Take what's mine, leave me on the ground Take what's mine, take what's mine, take what's mine How can you find me when I'm hiding in a bag of bones? Who do you think I am?