In Our Bones

It underlies thoughts that linger Lies misapplied in our tips of fingers Here we are stopped at empire's end Beyond what once we thought we could mend And we wish to be fully grown With no cowardice in our bones It's on my mind now and everyday Since our Alaska passed away Hoping on a wishbone You're just lying in bed Gotta built it - build it of stone Paint it cherry red Now I got it I'm suffering alone Stuck inside my head Gotta build it - build it of stone Paint it cherry red It underlies thoughts that linger Lies misapplied in our tips of fingers No one says that time won't fold Lying still growing old It underlies thoughts that linger Lies misapplied in our tips of fingers No one says that time won't fold Lying still growing old