Текст песни Chris Cresswell - Little Bones

You've got Hell in your hands
But you're frozen by it, man
So I'll ask you again
Have you borrowed all your friends'
Ability to
Smile and mean it

Yeah I'll ask you again
Could you force a grin for them
Cause they'll barely tie your hands
Until visiting hours end
And I love the way
It's taken out on me
And I hate to say your lungs look full so
Breathe through all your petty woes
And you'll break all your little bones, let go

Oh I've seen the same demands
In a broken mirror
And on my skin I've laid the plans
For a life with my dear friends
And the sinking weight can drag us all away
Or we learn to say with some sincerity
Breathe through your petty woes
And you'll break all your little bones
Can't you see the gold

And I love the way they smile and wave
And I love the way you wait for me