Little Bones - Chris Cresswell

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