Little Bones Lyrics

Chris Cresswell Little Bones

You've got hell in your hands
But you're frozen by it, man
So I'll ask you again
Have you borrowed all your friends'
Ability to smile and mean it?

Yeah I'll ask you again
Could you force a grin for them?
Cause they'll barely tie your hands
Until visiting hours end
And I love the way it's taken out on me
And I hate to say, your lungs look full so

Breathe through all your petty woes
You'll break all your little bones
Let go

Oh I've seen the same demands
In a broken mirror and
On my skin I've laid the plans
For a life with my dear friends
And the sinking weight can drag us all away
Or we learn to say with some sincerity...

Breathe through your petty woes
You'll break all your little bones
Can't you see the gold?
And I love the way they smile and wave
And I love the way you wait for me