Текст песни Bones

Someday they'll find your bones
under my bed;
left there for dead though you're not yet.
The window curtains fade; slow like the day.
I hope you'll stay; I hope you'll go away.

And it's not your fault it's a poison well.
But it's still your fault you keep drinking there.

Someday they'll find your heart
under my chair.
I try pretending it's not there.
Replacing mine with yours is all it'd take
to warm it up so it won't ache as much.

And it's not your fault it's a poison well.
But it's still your fault you keep drinking there.Beth Thornley - Bones - http://ru.motolyrics.com/beth-thornley/bones-lyrics.html

I thought I had long time ago
buried them deep; buried them low.
But they're still here and they won't go
I hear them ache I feel them roll.

Someday they'll find your eyes
under the stove
crying for what they have been shown.
I take what's left of you now and again
and hold you like I wish you'd held me then.

And it's not your fault it's a poison well.
But it's still your fault you keep drinking there.
And it's not your fault; but it's still your fault.
And it's not your fault; but it's all your fault.