Charlotte Martin - Bones

Days are going faster than I ever could keep up,
overwhelming the bed I’ve tried to make so perfectly.
I surrender my hands behind my head;
you read me.

There’s a harvest buried in the bottom of the sky,
and I’m thinking, what will then become of you, I
analyzing your movements when you’re here,
on repeat.

You know well when it hits me
it could raise these bones again.
And I wish that the rumbling,
it would shake me ‘til I’m still.

If you’re walking and nothing’s turning out the way I planned;
armaggedon is flooding through the living room and
I, triumphant, stand off deadened..
we didn’t

Call it off now, dramatic as I’m ever going to be.
Second chances are slipping off the cliffs of this defeat,
and I’m packing my bag again without
my car keys.

You know well, when it hits me,
it could raise these bones again.
And I wish that the rumbling,
it would shake me ‘til I’m still.

Say it like you mean,
mean it like you said it to me.
Now it’s out of these hands;
you can’t tear us apart
because there’s nothing to mend
you know well
you know well
you know well, when it hits me,
it could raise these bones again.
And I wish that the rumbling,
it could shake me ‘til I’m still.

When it hits me
It could raise these bones again
And I wish that the rumbling
It could shake me ‘til I’m still