The Sound

Skeletons

The Sound


There's a gaping hole in the way we are
With nothing to fill it up anymore
No flesh no blood just broken bone
A frame to hang our lives from
We're living like skeletons
Won't someone wake the dead in me
Won't someone shake the dust off me
Give me water give me bread
But don't give me up for dead
We're living like skeletons

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