Last night I dug your picture out from our old dresser drawer. I set it on the table and I talked to it till four. I read some old love letters right up to the break of dawn.
Yeah, I´ve been sittin´ alone, diggin´ up bones.
Then I went through the jewelry and I found our wedding rings. I put mine on my finger and I gave yours a fling Across this lonely bedroom of our recent broken home. Yeah, tonight I´m sittin´ alone, diggin´ up bones.
I´m diggin´ up bones, I´m diggin´ up bones, Exhuming things that´s better left alone. And I´m resurrecting mem´ries of a love that´s dead and gone. Yeah, tonight I´m sittin´ alone, diggin´ up bones.
And I went through the closet and I found some things in there, Like that pretty lingerie that I bought you to wear.
And I recalled how good you looked each time you had it on. Yeah, tonight I´m sittin´ alone, diggin´ up bones.
I´m diggin´ up bones, I´m diggin´ up bones, Exhuming things that´s better left alone. And I´m resurrecting mem´ries of a love that´s dead and gone. Yeah, tonight I´m sittin´ alone, diggin´ up bones.