Tired Bones - Press To Meco

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