Oh, her bell tower rang through the grey early morn
sang static and swindle from its crackling horn
sang a song, “sing a long” but they’d heard it all before
and they gave up the ghost when the paper was torn

then her lover woke, shocked to find all his locks shorn
and he knew no miracles could here be performed
there were no round tones, dying and being reborn
what had happened overnight to the vow she had sworn?

And his bride, how she cried, Oh my darling how could I
even be sure you were alive? And oh, the cost, the cost!
And I know you said there may be some pain, oh but baby, baby,
though the song you sang me saved me, the chorus line I lost...

(it goes)
the bones you have crushed will rejoice, will rejoice
and the bones you have crushed will rejoice

Bound in the basement, the lover starts to laugh.
Betrayal makes a play, but it never knows the half.
Meanwhile the child with her eyes on the angel in the aisles
feels the ringing start to rise and even I
feel something coming back to life...

See, the jester’s got this dance and oh man I like his style!
I’m comin’ across the aisle with my ol' broke leg
and my crooked smile:

We go down, down, turn around; pick it up and put it down.
Ringing out that song and we don’t understand a word:
we’re just enchanted by the sound

The bones you have crushed will rejoice, will rejoice
The bones you have crushed will rejoice