This night has grown around me
But I don't recognise the black
That I used to ache to see
This bird has flown without me
But I don't scrape away the plaque
That scourge upon our sheen
This sunken room surrounds me
But I don't push against the walls
On the blu tack stains above my draws
Left hanging over me
A constellation endlessly reminding me that
I'm no better off
Oh, she's still hanging over me
She left me with a shrill
Banging noise that I can't kill
I hope that next time love won't leave me
Glued to the bed
Fate is only maybe dressed up in expensive furs
Love is just an accent you put on for pretty girls
But how I loved that title she hung loose around my neck
Last week I was her lover now she's stitching up my chest
She left me with a shrill
Banging noise that I can't kill
I hope that next time love won't leave me
Glued to the bed
I numb the constant ill
With anything that won't stay still
I hope that next time love won't leave me
Glued to the bed
Oh, I've been walking bent over so the wind can't dry my tears
The pain is all that's left of her, won't let that disappear
Oh, Ben, she's boxed up and thrown you, completely broke you
But I'm still thinking of her, when I'm not thinking at all
(I keep digging up these bones)
When I'm not thinking at all
(I keep digging up these bones)
When I'm not thinking at all
(I keep digging up these bones)
When I'm not thinking at all
(I keep digging up these bones)
When I'm not thinking at all
