Bones

Editors · An End Has A Start [2007]

How can you always be late for your arrival

You know I'd forgive you every single time



Retreat, retreat

I've fallen at the low tides

Oh retreat, retreat

And meet me by the quaysides



In the end all you can hope for

Is the love you felt to equal the pain you've gone through



Are your eyes showing off for mine

Your face in my hands is everything good I need



The system's put in place, put there to protect us

For you I'd throw a lifeline every time



Oh retreat, retreat

I've fallen at the low tides

Oh retreat, retreat

And meet me by the quaysides



In the end all you can hope for

Is the love you felt to equal the pain you've gone through



Are your eyes showing off for mine

Your face in my hands is everything good I need



Bones, starved of flesh

Surrounding aching hearts

Full of love



Oh bones, starved of flesh

Surround your aching hearts

Full of love



Bones, starved of flesh

Surround your aching hearts



Bones

Oh bones



I watch as your eyes show off for mine

I watch as your eyes show off

I watch as your eyes show off for mine

I watch as your eyes show off