Oh I can smell my bones
Don't think that they're my own
Like they came from somewhere old
Somewhere long ago
So tell me what you see
Is it somewhere that we've been?
Or is it something that we need?
Oh I don't think so
I know I don't know, don't know a thing so
I cant just wait until tomorrow
So why'd they have to lie
When no one really had to die
But if you bite the hand that bleeds
Then who will feed you?
But it is never far too late
Dry your eyes and do not wait
Is this how we'll lay our bones
No I don't think so
I know I don't know, don't know a thing so
I cant just wait until tomorrow
