Achey Bones
Fell down the stairwell, had tripped on my feet
My heart got untied and laced with ennui
Dear Mr. Shoemaker, make me some cleats
How it'd be lovely to step on my dreams
I see, I see it's too true to believe
You were just lying next to me
Hear it all and by the hour forget
See it all and say, "Who? Who?"
Heal it all and by the hour forget
See it all and say, "Who? Who?"
Whatcha sayin'? Whatcha sayin'?
That I can't hold on?
(Who would I love here if I hadn't gone?)
What you sayin'? What you sayin'?
That I can't move on?
(Who would I love here if I hadn't gone?)
See in the way of the poorest
The lowest are lovely and lonely, defined
See in the way of the future, the way of the story
The way of the time
Up is the way that I wanted to see
For, less the good nightmares, I was bereaved
Dear Mr. Sandman, please give me some sleep
How it'd be lovely to have all my dreams
I see, I see it's too true to believe
You were just lying next to me
Hear it all and by the hour forget
See it all and say, "Who? Who?"
Heal it all and by the hour forget
See it all and say, "Who? Who?"
But you say, but you say
But you can't get up
(Who would I love here if I hadn't gone?)
But you say, but you say
But you can't hold on
(Who would I love here if I hadn't gone?)
See in the way of the poorest
The lowest are lovely and lonely, defined
See in the way of the future, the way of the story
The way of the time
Bending backwards
Head to toes, and you'll say
Get up, get out of this town
Get up, get out of this town
I feel it down my achey bones
And you'll say
Get up, get out of this town
Get up, get out of this town
See in the way of the poorest
The lowest are lovely and lonely, defined
See in the way of the future, the way of the story
The way of the story
The way of the, way of the, way of the
Time
Hear it all and by the hour forget
See it all and say
Heal it all and by the hour forget
See it all and say
Whatcha sayin'? Whatcha sayin'?
That I can't hold on?
(Who would I love here if I hadn't gone?)
Whatcha sayin'? Whatcha sayin'?
That I can't move on?
(Who would I love here if I hadn't gone?)
See in the way of the poorest
The lowest are lovely and lonely, defined
See in the way of the future, the way of the story
The future's divine
My heart got untied and laced with ennui
Dear Mr. Shoemaker, make me some cleats
How it'd be lovely to step on my dreams
I see, I see it's too true to believe
You were just lying next to me
Hear it all and by the hour forget
See it all and say, "Who? Who?"
Heal it all and by the hour forget
See it all and say, "Who? Who?"
Whatcha sayin'? Whatcha sayin'?
That I can't hold on?
(Who would I love here if I hadn't gone?)
What you sayin'? What you sayin'?
That I can't move on?
(Who would I love here if I hadn't gone?)
See in the way of the poorest
The lowest are lovely and lonely, defined
See in the way of the future, the way of the story
The way of the time
Up is the way that I wanted to see
For, less the good nightmares, I was bereaved
Dear Mr. Sandman, please give me some sleep
How it'd be lovely to have all my dreams
I see, I see it's too true to believe
You were just lying next to me
Hear it all and by the hour forget
See it all and say, "Who? Who?"
Heal it all and by the hour forget
See it all and say, "Who? Who?"
But you say, but you say
But you can't get up
(Who would I love here if I hadn't gone?)
But you say, but you say
But you can't hold on
(Who would I love here if I hadn't gone?)
See in the way of the poorest
The lowest are lovely and lonely, defined
See in the way of the future, the way of the story
The way of the time
Bending backwards
Head to toes, and you'll say
Get up, get out of this town
Get up, get out of this town
I feel it down my achey bones
And you'll say
Get up, get out of this town
Get up, get out of this town
See in the way of the poorest
The lowest are lovely and lonely, defined
See in the way of the future, the way of the story
The way of the story
The way of the, way of the, way of the
Time
Hear it all and by the hour forget
See it all and say
Heal it all and by the hour forget
See it all and say
Whatcha sayin'? Whatcha sayin'?
That I can't hold on?
(Who would I love here if I hadn't gone?)
Whatcha sayin'? Whatcha sayin'?
That I can't move on?
(Who would I love here if I hadn't gone?)
See in the way of the poorest
The lowest are lovely and lonely, defined
See in the way of the future, the way of the story
The future's divine
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Writer(s): Calvin Matthew Langman
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