The Source and the Sound(The Sound and the Source) - Laura Stevenson, Laura Stevenson and the Cans, The Cans

The brokenhearted break their bones up into bread

Then ball it up and stuff it in the holes in the sides of their heads

To stop the sound you stop the source

Or is it the other way around?

To stop the source you stop the sound

My bones are brittle

And I’m a little dry at the joints between them

Pushing the choke in my throat down

I told you I’d go down

But you don’t know, you never know

The open hearted make such a mess of themselves

The emptyhanded are pulling all the sparks right out from under their wheels

To stop, to stop, to throw off course

Of course i know how easy for all those

Who need and take and go

My bones are brittle

And I’m a little tired of sitting and getting fat

We all should close up

If we are sealing up enough

Then we are feeling nothing

Feeling nothing

Feeling nothing