Let it be hunting
It could be pretty
You can be found
So let you be found
The summer is waiting
To take control
The snow and thunder
Where I belong
It could be something
In words enchanted
It could be soft
We are flesh
We are bones
We are flesh
We are bones
It could be something
In words enchanted
It could be soft
We are flesh
We are bones
We are flesh
We are bones