My bones, they are soft and tender
Growing weary under
The weight of everything
My bones, they are at their limit
They bend under
The weight of everything
Under everything
Let me heal in the ways I need
So my soft bones, one day, may yet again breathe
When will my bones stop bending
Under the weight of everything?
Will my bones ever get a break
From the weight of everything?
Everything
Ooh
Ooh
Will the wreckage reveal softness?
Will there be any remnants of softness?
Ooh
Ooh
Will the wreckage reveal softness?
Will there be any remnants of softness?
I want there to be (Softness)
I want there to be (Softness)
I want there to be (Softness)
I want there to be, still, softness
Ooh
May there be healing in ways unseen
So our soft bones, one day, may yet again breathe
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