Disclaimer: I don't own Elbow, the song The Bones Of You, Ashes To Ashes or any of the characters.
The Bones Of You
So I'm there
Charging around with a juggernaut brow
Overdraft, speeches and deadlines to make
Cramming commitments like cats in a sack
Telephone burn and a purposeful gait
I miss her. Like hell.
When out of a doorway the tentacles stretch
Of a song that I know
And the world moves in slow-mo
Straight to my head
Like the first cigarette of the day
Everyone else does. It's like there's something missing, all the time.
And it's you, and it's May
And we're sleeping through the day
And I'm five years ago
And three thousand miles away
It's like Sam. All over again. But moreā¦painful.
Do I have time?
A man of my calibre
Stood in the street like a sleepwalking teenager
No.
Like ripping open the same old aching wound.
And I dealt with this years ago I took a hammer to every memento
But image on image like beads on a rosary
pulled through my head as the music takes hold
and the sickener hits;
I can work till I break
but I love the bones of you
That, I will never escape
I was getting through to her. I swear she could read my bloody mind.
And it's you, and it's May
And we're sleeping through the day
And I'm five years ago
And three thousand miles away
Then she disappeared. Gone.
And I can't move my armT
hrough the fear that you will wake
And I'm five years ago
And three thousand miles away
Leaving me there, in her bed, alone. Again.
