Tired Bones

As you lay awake you contemplate
Braver men accepted their fate
Tired bones acquainted by the common grief
Every day he’s choking on a story
He keeps me awake
We’re thrown into nothing
We’re running out of time
Silence, silence
It’s just my turn to die
Sterile hands, cold and uncomforting
Tell me why it’s my life to save
It keeps me awake
The space beside me is empty
It’s resonating with all his pain
We’re thrown into nothing
We’re running out of time
Silence, silence
It’s just my turn to die
Voices in the midnight air
Sing a sombre chorus
A woeful ode to their reasoning behind why they linger here
We’re thrown into nothing
We’re running out of time
Silence, silence
It’s just my turn to die
So if we hold on tightly
And just ignore the signs
Silence, silence
We just can’t keep hold of life