Letras
There was just space in my bed
That I filled up
With books and dusty ornaments
Without the light
I lay down next
To other people lines
And hoped that I was right
Oh, Collarbone
You put punctuation
Marks on all my clothes
Deep in my heart and in my hope
There was hole in my head
When knowledge left me dead
Cold and bereft
Without the time I lay down
Without colour in my life
And hoped that I was right
Cause I'm sick of making plans
I'm sick of holding back
I just wanted you to know
Oh, Collarbone
You put punctuation
Marks on all my clothes
Deep in my heart in my hope
When we're dancing
Bones get broken
When we're dancing
When we're dancing
Hearts get broken
When we're dancing
Oh, Collarbone
You put punctuation
Marks on all my clothes
Deep in my heart and in my hope
Cause I'm sick of making plans
I'm sick of holding back
I just wanted you to know
Oh, Collarbone
You put punctuation
Marks on all my clothes
Deep in my heart and in my hope
