Flowers and Bones

Here's a scattered piece of us Always trying to pick them up But can never find them all Haunted and always feeling crushed Hopeful for peace but always falling to a million pieces Flowers and bones Colors and Tones Hands try to make things whole My hands in your hands Broken bodies broken souls broken all across this floor Broken children reaching out For a hand to hold You and I are swallowed whole It's ok if all these bones Rise up off this floor Flowers and bones Colors and Tones Hands try to make things whole My hands in your hands Broken bodies broken bones There's no way to heal these wounds The scares were made and they remain So take my hand and take my love We'll walk through these fields of flowers everyday We'll walk through these fields of flowers everyday