Rusted Root Weary Bones
These weary bones, they walk the Earth
I'm thinking of you as I unfold my pain
These cathedrals were built to drop daggers from the bell tower
Rendering arms immobile but not a child's caress
It's strange, what they've done to you
Arranged, every part, ?you know they flipped it?
They can
I really think it's insane
Tonight I'm hanging with the clowns, playing trombone
Down by the riverside, that's where we burn our fire
Away from this slaughter
Away from this sacred slaughter
Everyone's at ease, everyone's at ease
It's strange, what they've done to you
Arranged, every part, ?you know they flipped it?
They can
I really think it's insane
He, you know I know these withered bones?
(I'm right down here)
They're thinking of you, they're thinking of you
(And your problems my dear)
I think of you (I'm not alone)
(You like elegance I see)
I'm just wiping my heels clean
These weary bones, they walk the Earth
I'm thinking of you as I unfold my pain
(Wish forever)
These cathedrals were built for dropping daggers from the bell tower
Rendering arms immobile but not a child's caress
Arranged, every part, you know they flipped it?
They can
I really think it's insane
