Bones Songtext
von Beth Thornley

Someday they′ll find your bones
Under my bed;
Left there for dead though you're not yet.
The window curtains fade; slow like the day.
I hope you′ll stay; I hope you'll go away.

And it's not your fault it′s a poison well.
But it′s still your fault you keep drinking there.

Someday they'll find your heart
Under my chair.
I try pretending it′s not there.
Replacing mine with yours is all it'd take
To warm it up so it won′t ache as much.


And it's not your fault it′s a poison well.
But it's still your fault you keep drinking there.

I thought I had long time ago
Buried them deep; buried them low.
But they're still here and they won′t go
I hear them ache I feel them roll.

Someday they′ll find your eyes
Under the stove
Crying for what they have been shown.
I take what's left of you now and again
And hold you like I wish you′d held me then.

And it's not your fault it′s a poison well.
But it's still your fault you keep drinking there.
And it′s not your fault; but it's still your fault.
And it's not your fault; but it′s all your fault.