
Date of issue: 07.04.2016
Song language: English
400 Bones |
Four hundred bones, crumpled in bed |
I’m the only one who knows that you’re still breathing |
Beneath the blanket of another French death |
This afternoon is one I will be keeping |
Where skin is painted by a brush from the sun |
Pull the sheets up to your neck so she can’t see us |
And let the clocks do all the worrying for once |
We’re passing out inside the sleeping mausoleum |
This is my safe house in the hurricane |
Here is where my love lays |
Two hundred treasured bones |
This is my warmth behind the cold war |
That day is what I’m living for |
Forever coming home |
Here’s to the room I can rest in |
The door I’ll always open |
Never to be closed |
You as my horizon line |
The star I navigate by |
Takes me back to hold two hundred perfect bones |
On absent days I will return to this place |
And play a silent colour film within my head |
In which the pillow leaves a code upon your face |
And all at once it all makes perfect sense |
Four hundred bones, crumpled in bed |
I’m the only one who knows that you’re still breathing |
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Get Out | 2016 |
Death Dream | 2016 |
I Wish I Was Sober | 2016 |
Holy | 2013 |
The Woodpile | 2013 |
The Modern Leper | 2016 |
Still Want to Be Here | 2016 |
An Otherwise Disappointing Life | 2016 |
Late March, Death March | 2013 |
Lump Street | 2016 |
Dead Now | 2013 |
Little Drum | 2016 |
Woke Up Hurting | 2016 |
Acts of Man | 2013 |
December's Traditions | 2013 |
Backyard Skulls | 2013 |
The Oil Slick | 2013 |
Housing (In) | 2013 |
Housing (Out) | 2013 |
Candlelit | 2013 |