Fractured Bones

Laying down in your tomb You are always making room For the other dead and their gloom And the voice in the walls Through the silence, it will call By name or by nothing at all Now all your fractured bones They shiver inside as you roam And every part of you It wonders how you will move Do you know how you lived Do you remember Christmas gifts Do you ever regret your last wish And your mother in the church How the heads would always turn When she sang and you forgot About the burn See her cry in the kitchen Without knowing you are listening How her body dances to the sound Now all your fractured bones They shiver inside as you roam And every part of you It wonders how you will move