paroles de chanson Bones, or I'm sorry it's not fair - fades.blue

As the sun set, we sat on the sofa
And talked about how she'd been doing so far
Then we got in the car and drove to the yard
Where she found them amidst all the dirt

Then I stared as she potted the bones that had rotted
And wiped both her hands on my shirt
Oh, the scariest word is the best one to use
When she's burying bones that she put in your shoes

For ten days until you were dancing in place
And she stared as the sweat rushed out of your phase
And she (And she) spilled the truth all over your shoes
A power improperly used

You built up your walls after they were attacked
And you walked your way back 'round a ten-mile track
By the time you got home you had turned ten years old
And I stared at you cold with your bag full of bones
And I said

I'm sorry it's not fair
I'm sorry it's not fair
I'm sorry it's not fair
I'm sorry it's not fair