BONES

Back in my past. That’s where I left my good sense.

I used to help. Now that’s me with my fingers outstretched.

I can’t believe the ashtray’s full. Am I that tense, or am I just getting dull?

 

Somehow I know...I can hear my feet walking.

Somehow I know...I can feel my chest pounding.

 

Dry bones can live. Her fingers slipped right through my hands.

She wants something new. Well, what about some other man?

 

Somehow I know...I can hear my feet walking.

Somehow I know...I can feel my chest pounding.

Everything that I hold dear is here in your eyes.

 

Dreams leave a hole where there should be fire that burns.

There’s nothing to say when no one’s invented the words.

I walk outside. Watch the moon, hear the wind in the trees.

There’s always a way I can pull myself through times like these.

 

Somehow I know...I can hear my feet walking.

Somehow I know...I can feel my chest pounding.

Everything that I hold dear is here in your eyes.

 

Back in my past.

Dry bones can live.

Dreams leave a hole.

I walk outside.

 

 

Jim Walker - Bass, Guitars, Keyboards, Percussion, Sequencing, Lead Vx, BG Vx

Jordan Leno - Assistant engineer