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 more…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.