Bones – Editors – letras

How can you always be late for your arrival?You know I forgive you every single timeRetreat, retreat I’ve fallen at the low tideOh Retreat, retreat meet me by the quaysideIn the end all you can hope forIs the love you felt to equal the pain you’ve gonethroughAre your eyes showing off for mine?Your face in my hands is everything that I needA system’s put in placePut there to protect usFor you I throw a life line every timeOh Retreat, retreat I’ve fallen at the low tideOh Retreat, retreat meet me by the quaysideIn the end all you can hope forIs the love you felt to equal the pain you’ve gonethroughAre your eyes showing off for mine?Your face in my hands is everything I needBones, starved of fleshSurround your aching heartFull of loveBones, starved of fleshSurround your aching heartFull of loveBones, starved of fleshSurround your aching heartBonesBonesI watch as your eyes show off for mineI watch as your eyes show offI watch as your eyes show off for mineI watch as your eyes show off