Resting Bones

Breath was fast til it slowed Can't write love songs But I write what I know And I know I'll be the type To leave up the Christmas lights all year I'll take a breath and a hike And tread to the mountainside, dear Dust off resting bones And move my stuff right in What can I say to that, say to that Except to just give in? Cold air, I do not mind It tingles and sparkles this old skin of mine And I can't wait for the date When Fate turns its head Examines my eyes Pulls truth from the lies And says Dust off resting bones And move your stuff right in Don't try anything, anything Except giving in Forest-dwelling nymphs Cannot catch the blues Isn't that how the stories go? Oh, the stories go Oh, the stories go Oh, the stories go Dream deeply Forgo reality Breathe deeply You feel everything