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Tired Bones

 

Tired Bones

(الألبوم: Good Intent - 2015)


As you lay awake you contemplate
Braver men accepted their fate
Tired bones acquainted by the common grief
Every day he's choking on a story
He keeps me awake

We're thrown into nothing
We're running out of time
Silence, silence
It's just my turn to die

Sterile hands, cold and uncomforting
Tell me why it's my life to save
It keeps me awake
The space beside me is empty
It's resonating with all his pain

We're thrown into nothing
We're running out of time
Silence, silence
It's just my turn to die

Voices in the midnight air
Sing a sombre chorus
A woeful ode to their reasoning behind why they linger here

We're thrown into nothing
We're running out of time
Silence, silence
It's just my turn to die

So if we hold on tightly
And just ignore the signs
Silence, silence
We just can't keep hold of life

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