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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Forgetmenauts
The Forgetmenauts
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kit Gripp
Kit Gripp
Songwriter

Lirik

Take my flesh and shake it out
Put it in the washing machine
My heart is drying on the line
While my skin is spinning clean
Skeletons are hard to sleep with
Bones are all that we have left
Shin bones, pelvis, heavy femurs
The chuckle of your fingers leaves me bereft
I feel the cutting of your cheekbones
On the temple of my skull
The empty space of unlocked ribcage
Once our hearts had made so full
And in the morning we'll wake early
Leave the curtains closed again
Slowly wrap our muscles round our bones
We'll take our organs from the wash
Freshly laundered, clean as new
And carefully replace them in their hollows
Because this night will be our last
We felt the need to wash the marks
Of all the secrets shared together
From our bodies and our hearts
The teeth-bite bruise on lips and necks
The sharp caress on shivering limbs
If left too long after we're gone
Would fray the fabric of our skin
And in the morning we'll wake early
Dress our skeletons again
Trying not to catch each other's eye
We'll smooth out wrinkles, settle seams
Rewire our newly polished veins
Cause we've already said our last goodbyes
Over and again, over and again, over and again
I'm just a bag of bones now
Over and again, over and again, over and again
I don't want you to go now
Over and again, over and again, over and again
You say it's better this way
Over and again, over and again, over and again
I'm just a bag of bones now
Our memories of love are washed out, we're strangers now
(Our skeletons remember)
Lace and tie and zip our flesh back into place
(Even if our love is over)
Put on our clothes
(I don't want you to go now)
Open the door
(You say it's better this way)
Sharing secrets no more
(I don't want you to leave me)
I'd rather keep these memories instead of being clean and empty
When we're clean and finally spotless, I give you one last kiss
There's nothing, no response
From the clean, soft flesh that used to be your lips
Written by: Kit Gripp
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