Thieves & Bones

I met a man who knew what love was from the start
He told me, "try to live this way"
He told me, "there are thieves who try to take more than their hands can hold"
"If you pretend you've got it all, you're wrong"

We take in the cold just to make it our own
Like our mother's warmth
We have bones that can bruise
And surely the skin that can prove
That we are all alike

I met a thief who had an addiction with his hands
He told me, "never live this way"
He told me, "we know how to set these hills on fire with both our hands tied behind our backs"
"Our hands are tied behind our backs"