Bones (Little Rivers Remix)

Well they say it takes more than one thing to make a man,
Like slugs and snails and puppy dog tails.
Well they say it takes more than one to make a girl,
Like sugar and spice and all things nice.

Bet where will these bags of bones go to rest?
And where will these reels of skin go to peel out?
And when when will these hands and cogs go to wind down?
And when will my blood finally run out?

Well they say it takes a lot more to make a man,
Than walking tall, baring defeat, and still standing proud.
Well they say it takes a lot more to make a girl,
Than loving so hard that you forget how it hurts.

But where will this heart of stone go to feel concrete?
And where my nerves of steel choose to meet?
And when will these iron lungs start to deflate?
Like a thief in the night will a part of me slip away?

Where is it we go?
When we're gone
When we're gone
Is it someplace far?
Further than the sun
Further than the sun

For now I'll keep holding on
For now I'll keep holding on
For now I'll keep holding on
For now I'll keep holding on

For now l'll keep holding on
(Where is it we go? When we're)

For now l'll keep holding on
(Where is it we go? When we're gone)