Coxton Yard

Feeling like a bag of bones
Shriveled up and cold
Nineteen years old

Is draining out all of my insides
On the floor every night
Supposed to make me feel alive?
What would things be like
If I told you I wouldn't mind
Swinging from the tree outside

Would that be alright?
Hope you don't mind

Feeling like a bag of bones
Shriveled up and cold
Nineteen years old

A train nearby reminds
Me I'm not the only one
Who feels left alone
At least he's got some place to go

A train nearby reminds
Me I'm not the only one
Who feels left alone
At least he's got some place to go!



Credits
Writer(s): Shane Thomas Moran, Edward Basil Russin, James Edward Rhoden, Benjamin Gregory Russin
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