The things that you do,
and I've grown used to,
like sand from my hands
you fall from the room.
You shatter outside
and I'll pick you up inside.
Say this must be what lovers do,
what lovers do.
And I think it's true
that I miss you
like a widow's arms miss
her lover who's gone down
to places unknown.
In the ground rest his bones.
Rest his
And I know that you're mad,
but I won't be your preaching dad
because there's some form of truth
that fell from me and you.
And I caught it with my eyes
and I kept it all inside
because I thought that's what lovers do.
And lovers do.
And I think it's true
that I miss you
like a widow's arms miss
her lover who's gone down
to places unknown.
In the ground rest his bones.
Rest his
Say I don't know the truth.
There's no victories left in you.
When the that things I don't say,
most of all I'll never do.
So, I shouldn't be surprised,
when I kept it all inside,
and I failed like most lover do.
Lovers do.
And I think it's true
that I miss you
like a widow's arms miss
her lover who's gone down
to places unknown.
In the ground rest his bones.
Rest his bones.
Rest his bones.
Rest his bones.
His bones.
and I've grown used to,
like sand from my hands
you fall from the room.
You shatter outside
and I'll pick you up inside.
Say this must be what lovers do,
what lovers do.
And I think it's true
that I miss you
like a widow's arms miss
her lover who's gone down
to places unknown.
In the ground rest his bones.
Rest his
And I know that you're mad,
but I won't be your preaching dad
because there's some form of truth
that fell from me and you.
And I caught it with my eyes
and I kept it all inside
because I thought that's what lovers do.
And lovers do.
And I think it's true
that I miss you
like a widow's arms miss
her lover who's gone down
to places unknown.
In the ground rest his bones.
Rest his
Say I don't know the truth.
There's no victories left in you.
When the that things I don't say,
most of all I'll never do.
So, I shouldn't be surprised,
when I kept it all inside,
and I failed like most lover do.
Lovers do.
And I think it's true
that I miss you
like a widow's arms miss
her lover who's gone down
to places unknown.
In the ground rest his bones.
Rest his bones.
Rest his bones.
Rest his bones.
His bones.