quarta-feira, 15 de agosto de 2007

Editors


Bones


How can you always be late for your arrival?

You know I'd forgive you every single time


Retreat, retreat

I've fallen at the low tide

Oh retreat, retreat

And meet me by the quayside


In the end all you can hope for

Is the love you felt to equal the pain you've gone through


Are your eyes showing off for mine

Your face in my hands is everything good I need


The system's put in place, put there to protect us

For you I'd throw a lifeline every time


Oh Retreat, retreat

I've fallen at the low tide

Now retreat, retreat

And meet me by the quayside


In the end all you can hope for

Is the love you felt to equal the pain you've gone through


Are your eyes showing off for mine

Your face in my hands is everything good I need


Bones, starved of flesh

Surround your aching heart

Full of love


Oh bones, starved of flesh

Surround your aching heart

Full of love

Bones, starved of flesh

Surround your aching heart


Bones


Oh bones


I watch as your eyes show off for mine

I watch as your eyes show off

I watch as your eyes show off for mine

I watch as your eyes show off

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