Bones

Bones aren't light
The skin is thinner than the fight
The light is dimmer than we think
Mud will cover eyes, blood can cover up the wound

Bones are old
And skin is thinner than your soul
But tongues they quiver like these frauds
Sad cold winter's all they know

It seems we’re sick of being
Bones wrapped around bones, we hold on tight
Some mouths can be sewn when they start fires
It seems we’re sick of being
Bones wrapped around bones wrapped around bones, wrapped around
Bones wrapped around bones wrapped around bones, wrapped around

Bones will break
Skin will shatter as we shake
Eyes are never to mistake
Us for something that ends great
Us for something that ends
Us for something that ends great

It seems we’re sick of being
Bones wrapped around bones, we hold on tight
Some mouths can be sewn when they start fires
It seems we’re sick of being
Bones wrapped around bones wrapped around bones, wrapped around
Bones wrapped around bones wrapped around bones

It seems we’re sick of being
Bones wrapped around bones wrapped around bones, wrapped around
Bones wrapped around bones wrapped around bones, wrapped around
Bones wrapped around bones wrapped around bones, wrapped around
Bones wrapped around bones wrapped around bones, wrapped around
Bones wrapped around bones wrapped around bones, wrapped around