Bookshelf Video (MV)

There's bones on the stones
Scattered across this place
There's bones on the stones
Scattered across this place
And I can't take much more
And I can't take much more

Oh but what a thing to do
To break my back and break it in two
But I've got a promise and a hearse
So tell me darling which hurts worse

There's anemones and columbines
Their twisting wreaths beneath your eyes
And if you've lost your sense of self
Might as well find it at the top of your bookshelf

There's bones on the stones
Scattered across this place
There's bones on the stones
Scattered across this place
And I can't take much more
And I can't take much more

You're a tale inside my head
And I don't really want you to escape
But the ink that's running through your name
Blots out the details of your face

Oh your teeny tiny fingers
They somehow someway linger still
Snug and safe in my skin
And I don't care where they've been
And I don't care about their sins
I don't care I don't care at all

There's bones on the stones
Scattered across this place
There's bones on the stones
Scattered across this place
And I can't take much more
And I can't take much more

My cold and sweaty hands
They sketch maps upon your hands
But broken pens and cheating sheets
Won't help a thing ambling through these streets
But I have learnt to accept defeat
Still I fear this seems new to me
And everything you made me see
Yeah everything you made me hear rings true

There's bones on the stones
Scattered across this place
There's bones on the stones
Scattered across this place
And I can't take much more
And I can't take much more

Oh but what a thing to do
To break my back
Break it in two