At the End of the Day

The way that you move Perpetual motion You and all your blue You must be the ocean Build me a boat What a thing to do A life of devotion You and all your cruel You must be the ocean Build me a boat of Spanish Oak Where I shall wait So when I die the back of your mind I will remain We're just bones at the end of the day We're just bones at the end of the day Build me a boat of Spanish Oak Where I shall wait So when I die the back of your mind I will remain We're just bones at the end of the day We're just bones at the end of the day We're just bones at the end of the day