You'd never know that Marrow was
a glowing place, beautiful, before
her tarnished heart lost its way
so long, so long
Gone are the colors, the apples and gems
each hunger answered with more
Above and below she has rotted away
so long, so long

The great market calls
from canopied stalls
but a ghost town is all you will find
Purses large and small
gold coins changing palms
gone paper and ruin and lost time

Seventh sons and golden ball daughters
can take their own lives to hand
I have been to the city of Marrow
and I have come out again.

Fear not the wind of wasting
its howling is not for you
It's only an echo now within
the hearts of those just passing through

Beauty is lost in translation
no savoring what is devoured
I look at my lover and only see bones
No one looks under the skin now.

Fear not the wind of wasting
its cries are not for you
They're only echoes now within
the hearts of those
just passing through

Beauty is lost in translation
no savoring what is devoured
No one looks under the skin anymore
There's only the wind now

when seventh sons and golden ball daughters
take their own lives to hand
fear not the city of Marrow
for you will come out again
I have been to the city of Marrow
and I have come out again

Fear not the wind of wasting
Its cries are not for you
They're only an echo now within
the hearts of those just passing through
Fear not the wind of wasting
Its howling is not for you
It's only an echo now within
the hearts of those just passing through
the hearts of those long ago passed through

I have been to the city of Marrow
and I have come out again.