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The Bones of You
By Elbow
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.
When out of a doorway the tentacles strech
of a song that I know and the world move in slow-mo.
Straight to my head like the first cigarette of the day.
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.

Do I have time?
A man of my caliber?
Stood in the streets like a sleepwalking teenager?
No.
And I dealt with this years ago.
I took a hammer to every memento
but image on image like beads on a rosary
pull through my head as the music takes hold.
And the sickener hits.
I can work'til I break but I love the bones of you.
That I will never escape.
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.
And I can't move my arm for fear that you will wake.
And I'm five years ago and three thousand miles away.