Sticks and Stones and Her Lovely Bones

Sticks and Stones and Her Lovely Bones

I kissed the moon and never let go of the grey the boys and girls in toy land crashed and burned through ice as the snow began to fade.

In the moment we were shadows until the dead came out and sang to me: "

What a beautiful disaster raised by the lonely and buried slowly..."

These sticks and stones will never break these lovely bones of mine, I will live and fight for you. (Woah) It's tearing me apart; these dreams of sun and disappearing boy.