Sam Foreman - Bones

Through the cobwebs, in the basement, where your feet stick, to the pavement
There's a message, thin as paper, with a binding, made of whispers
To the faithless, and the faithful, and the ones who, make you stay home
It is golden, it is Copper, it is silver, it will rot you to your bones

But it's your bones
I'll never know, what you wrote

Buy the next round they are all on me
When you spread a little life you'll come out clean
'Cause it's hard as it is to break bread with no rules
When we've all got a job to make sure that we

Cool our bones
And take it slow

Buy the next round they are all on me
When you spread a little life you'll come out clean
'Cause it's hard as it is to break bread with no rules
When we all have a drive to never be the fool
I noticed, focused, on the path
To take me to this place I'm at, so let's go...!

Hang on to your bones
'Cause you never know

Written by:
Sam Foreman

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