Resting Bones

Breath was fast till it slowed
Can't write love songs
But I write what I know
And I know I'll be the type
To leave up the Christmas lights all year
I'll take a breath and a hike
And tread to the mountainside, dear

Dust off resting bones
And move my stuff right in
What can I say to that, say to that
Except to just give in

Cold air, I do not mind
It tingles and sparkles this old skin of mine
And I can't wait for the date
When Fate turns its head
Examines my eyes
Pulls truth from the lies
And says

Dust off resting bones
And move your stuff right in
Don't try anything, anything
Except giving in
Forest-dwelling nymphs
Cannot catch the blues
Isn't that how the stories go

Oh, the stories go
Oh, the stories go
Oh, the stories go

Dream deeply
Forgo reality
Breathe deeply
You feel everything



Credits
Writer(s): Madeleine Bradford
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