well i watched your black tied family rise up from graves near cemeteries that i have not been to since you goodbye and i drank another simile and compared your Jesus to a thief he took my bones and turned them into bread.
cause i can feel your pain, in my bones, in my bones.
i was scared to call your mother for news that you weren't getting better well my God, what the hell am i supposed to do? and i ran off and ran on to something that i swore was everything but beautiful i only say that word for you
cause I can feel your pain, in my bones, in my bones.
and i can feel your pain, deep in my bones, deep in my bones.
and hallelujah to the one in our bones and hallelujah to the one that we love