The Bones of You

So I'm there Charging around with a juggernaut brow Overdraft speeches and deadlines to make Cramming commitments like cats in a sack Telephone burn and a purposeful gait When out of a doorway, the tentacles stretch Of a song that I know, and the world moves in slo-mo Straight to my head like the first cigarette of the day And it's you, and it's me And we're sleeping through the day And I'm five years ago And three thousand miles away Do I have time? A man of my caliber? Stood in the street like a sleepwalking teenager? No, and I dealt with this years ago I took a hammer to every memento But image on image like beads on a rosary Pull through my head as the music takes hold And the sickener hits, I could work 'til I break But I love the bones of you, that I will never escape And it's you, and it's me And we're sleeping through the day And I'm five years ago And three thousand miles away And I can't move my arm For the fear that you will wake And I'm five years ago And three thousand miles away And I'm five years ago And three thousand miles away And I'm five years ago And three thousand miles away And it's you and it's me And we're sleeping through the day And I'm five years ago And three thousand miles away