The Bones of You

So, I'm there

Chargin' around with a juggernaut brow

Overdraft speeches and deadlines to make

Cramming commitments like cats in a sack

Telephone burning and purposeful gait

When out of the doorway, the tentacles stretch

Of a song that I know, and the world moves in slow-mo

Straight to my head like the first cigarette of the day

And it's you, and it's May

And we're sleepin' through the day

And I'm five years ago

And three thousand miles away

Do I have time? A man of my calibre

Stood in the street like a sleepwalkin' teenager

No, and I dealt with this years ago

I took a hammer to every momento

But image on image, like beads on a rosary

Pull through my head as the music takes hold

And the second it hits, I can work till I break

But I love the bones of you, that I will never escape

And it's you, and it's May

And we're sleepin' through the day

And I'm five years ago

And three thousand miles away

And I can't move my arm

For the fear that you will wake

And I'm five years ago

And three thousand miles away

And I'm five years ago

And three thousand miles away

And I'm five years ago

And three thousand miles away

And it's you, and it's May

And we're sleepin' through the day

And I'm five years ago

And three thousand miles away