Bones Of Ours Songtext
von Max Madly

Don′t unearth them
We are tired
Bones they listen
And desire
All our bleeding
Will deny
Bones who listen
And require
They require
They require
I am tired
I'm so tired


Send them the lamb
Send them the lamb
Sweet little lamb
Our sweet little lamb
You think you own her
To the earth we return her
Bones of the lamb
Our sweet little lamb
You think you own her?
She is mine
She is mine

You don′t own me
Your sweet little lamb
Bones of ours
Bones of ours