Ryan Tracey - Hytte

Weary Bones

Bones, my weary bones
There's not a shelter found, no
And cold, my frozen lungs
Oh, and my strings are strung
To carry the lonely song
Home

So cut and fold
And tie it around like a soldier
And tread like the bulls in Nirvana
And all I know
Hang it all up with your clothes
This time I swear it'll hold
Hey, come on, love
Barefoot and broke, and I'll stroll back again

(Sorry that I'm not gonna be home)
(Or has it changed by now?)

So wreck, this reckless test
Want to lay back down
Leave me alone
And breath, on your sleeve
Such dreary breath
Oh, just running it
Boy you're drunk on it

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Writer(s): Ryan Tracey
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