One, two, three; one, two, three... Well, I left my home on hollow bones While you were curled and sleeping And I wandered far beneath a concrete star And slept along the highways But even though I am lost all the time I've got hooks in my sides that you left there But you're not the same, you died along the way Now we're ghosts and we're praying for winter Well, I found a wheel that squeaks and squeals And I left it on your doorstep Because I heard that you might be broken, too And I thought it'd keep you company But even though I am lost all the time I've got hooks in my sides that you left there But you're not the same, you died along the way Now we're ghosts and we're praying for winter