Bone over bone
turn around in you grave
like you spun when you played
at a much younger age.
They'd be so surprised
cause you look just the same.
Only difference is you've
fallen out of your frame.
And I guess you'll never know
where all the good things go.
And I guess you'll never see
what's right in front of me.
Ohh, will it ever be silent?
Will it ever be dark enough
to lose what we have found?
You don't know where you are
so you kick at the walls,
but the day you escape
you start learning to walk.
And you get so upset
when you stumble and fall,
but you'll learn it's the same
and means nothing at all.
And I guess you'll never know
where all the good things go.
And I guess you'll never see
what's right in front of me.
Ohh, will it ever be silent?
Will it ever be dark enough
to lose what we have found?
Ohh, if I ask you a question,
and nobody's around,
will it seek out and answer
or fall to the ground?
Ohh, will it ever be silent?
Will it ever be dark?

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