What'll we do with this truth and these tears What will we see through our sorrow and our fear When worry gathers to us like broken souvenirs The beautiful bones Of the world we live in The beautiful bones Of the land we love Like barren branches On a cold, clear morning We take shelter In the beautiful bones All that we cherish will dissolve and melt away All decoration and adornment will decay What are we left with when we cannot find our way The beautiful bones Of the world we live in The beautiful bones Of the land we love Like the barren branches On a cold, clear morning We take comfort From the beautiful bones Beautiful bones Beneath every warning that is whispered in our ears Underneath the elegance of the life we hold dear Beneath everything (mmm) that's always been here Oh, the beautiful bones Of the world we live in The beautiful bones Of the land we love Like the barren branches On a cold, clear morning We all come from The beautiful, the beautiful bones We all come from the beautiful bones