Bones aren't light

The skin is thinner than the fight

The light is dimmer than we think

Mud will cover eyes, blood can cover up the wound

Bones are old

And skin is thinner than your soul

But tongues they quiver like these frauds

Sad cold winter's all they know

It seems we’re sick of being

Bones wrapped around bones, we hold on tight

Some mouths can be sewn when they start fires

It seems we’re sick of being

Bones wrapped around bones wrapped around bones, wrapped around

Bones wrapped around bones wrapped around bones, wrapped around

Bones will break

Bones will break

Skin will shatter as we shake

Eyes are never to mistake

Us for something that ends great

Us for something that ends

Us for something that ends great

It seems we’re sick of being

Bones wrapped around bones, we hold on tight

Some mouths can be sewn when they start fires

It seems we’re sick of being

Bones wrapped around bones wrapped around bones, wrapped around

Bones wrapped around bones wrapped around bones

It seems we’re sick of being

Bones wrapped around bones wrapped around bones, wrapped around

Bones will break

Some mouths can be sewn when they start fires

It seems we’re sick of being

Bones wrapped around bones wrapped around bones, wrapped around

Bones will break

Bones wrapped around bones wrapped around bones, wrapped around

Bones wrapped around bones wrapped around bones, wrapped around

Bones wrapped around bones wrapped around bones, wrapped around