Okay, okay
You like, just really
Where is, where is the mic? This?
No, the big one, M49
Okay
6, 4, 2, 6

Swing like we feel no groove
Hold me tighter if you need to move
Breathe like there is no room
Swim like we need to sink
Down to the bottom where there's time to think
Real life floats in between

In the water, you can't catch me
I only aim to please

A bag of bones, a bag of bones
We come and go in a bag of bones
A bag of bones, a little bag of bones
I'm coming home in a bag of bones

Headlights inflame the dark
I need a minute to get out and walk
Search for the faintest spark
I ignite as it dawns on me
Kiss me, honey, I can use the heat
Sweet like a tangerine

I love you, baby, but it feels too soon
To be alone in a room

With a bag of bones, a bag of bones
We come and go in a bag of bones
A bag of bones, a little bag of bones
I'm coming home in a bag of bones

We come and go, we come and go

Move like we feel no groove
Move like there is no room
Move like we're in the dark
Move like there is no spark
Move like we need to sink
Move like no time to think
Move like we need the heat
I'm moving like it just dawned on me

I'm just a bag of bones, a bag of bones
We come and go in a bag of bones
A bag of bones, a little bag of bones
I'm coming home in a bag of bones

We come and go in a bag of bones

Copyright: Word Collections Publishing
Writer(s): Brian Aubert, Christopher Guanlao, Joe Lester, Nikki Monninger