He's bringing back bones from the Day of the Dead in the southnPuts them together, and plays them, puts them together and plays themnwhen she's asleep, when she's asleep, and the trees round the house go:noh, what a soundnwe feel it in the groundnour roots wrap aroundnthe bones you're singing boutnthe bones you're singing boutnnYou thought you could keep it a secretnYou thought you could keep it a secretnbut now it's outnoutnnYou thought you could keep it all insidenThought you were big enough to hide itnit's outnoutnnThought that I knew the song, what did I knownThought that these limitations were my homenbut now I'm outnoutnnI'm filled with your breath like the tree is filled with the windnFilled with your breath like the tree is filled with the windnIn your garden, in your gardennIn your garden, in your gardennIn your garden, in your gardenndo you have a garden?nndo you have a garden?nnWhen she wakes up in the morning, everything will seem the samenbut I will be outnI will be outnI will be out