"Flesh And Bone" lyrics

"Flesh And Bone"

What you come here for
All the poison is flowing through my veins
Can't face the day
And I don't feel right
And the lightning strikes me every night
I'm burned away

I feel my body disappear
Rising up in circles
Floating higher till I'm clear
If I could cross that line
Now flesh and bone will wash away

When I'm all undone
When the art of living's just too hard
We face the day

And I tried to fight
But it takes this breath that stops this life
I'm far too late

I feel my body disappear
Rising up in circles
Floating higher till I'm clear
If I could cross that line
Flesh and bone will wash away
Flesh and bone will wash away

What you come here for
All the poison flowing through my veins
Can't face the day

I feel my body disappear
Rising up in circles
Exploding higher till I'm clear
If I could cross that line
Flesh and bone will wash away
Flesh and bone wash away


Writer(s): Dave Brent Keuning, Mark August Stoermer, Ronnie Jr. Vannucci, Brandon Flowers
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