The Bones Of An Idol - The New Pornographers

We’re lit by a torch

As we kneel in the court of the king

As we sift through the bones of an idol

We dig for the bones of an idol

When the will is gone

Because something keeps turning us on

You hold up the cup

You’ve been searching for since you were young

When you still had the bones of an idol

If you still had the bones of an idol

You’d be long long gone

But something keeps turning you on

You cling to the raft we are missing

By half what we wanted

But we escaped with the bones of an idol

Escaped with the belt and the title

But our land is gone

And something keeps turning us on