The Bones of You

So I'm there,

Charging around with a juganaut brow

Over draft speeches and deadlines to make

Cramming commitments like cats in a sack

Telephone burning, purposeful gait

When out of a doorway the tentacles stretch

Of a song that i know, and the world

Moves in slow - mo

Straight to my head

Like the first cigarette of the day

And it's you, and it's me,

And we're sleeping through the day

And I'm five years ago

And every thousand miles away...

You have turned

A man of my caliber stood in the street

Like a sleepwalking teenager i know

That I dealt with this years ago

I took a hammer to every momento

But image on image like beads on a rosary

Move through my head as the music takes hold

And the second it hits

I can work till i break

But i love the bones of you that i will never escape

And it's you, and it's me,

And we're sleeping through the day

And I'm five years ago every thousand miles away...

And i can't move my arm,

For the fear that you will wake

And I'm five years ago every thousand miles away...

And I'm five years ago every thousand miles away...

And I'm five years ago every thousand miles away...

And it's you, and it's me,

And we're sleeping through the day

And I'm five years ago every thousand miles away...