ReArranging The Bones — текст песни (better than ezra)

(written by kevin griffin)

(transcribed by fd3)

(hila helped me out too!)





I wanna know whats inside

I slip into your house

Well I cant take for granted

How your bones are planted

What things appear to be

Theyre just illusions to me

I wanna get inside and move around

I wanna get inside and swirm all around



[ohh....]



This is my work of art

Pull back the skin

Rearrange the bones



The ground beneath the grass

The truth behind the lie

The love between the hate

Woah, but its the skin you see

And its the skin you want



This is my work of art

Pull back the skin

Rearrange the bones



Its not the skin that matters

Its not the skin that matters

Its not the skin, its the bones



Dont lay your troubles on me

When you refuse to see

One hundred years from now

Its the bones youll see

On hundred years from now

Whats left of you and me



This is my first......hell-no

Pull back the skin

Blow upon the bones



Hold your hand up to the light

Hold your lies up to the light

Hold your hate up to the light

You see the gnarled, twisted and broken...bones.