Spring could fly right by
I would mind
Those endless summer nights
Trapped inside

Let the sun go cold
Let these bones grow old
And I won't want for more
Honey won't you stay
Honey won't you stay

And it seems to be a dream to me
Within these arms I hold
And honestly if this must be
I'll miss you when you're gone
I'll miss you when you're gone

These Bones Grow Old

We tried for so long,
We tried to make it work.
We both knew it was wrong,
And time was all it took.

Slowly all we build just tumbled down.
Finally our hopes just hit the ground.

Our lives fit in boxes of paradoxes,
And all the joys and fears,
we felt throughout the years.
There's photographs of those, 
Times gone past,
And the people trapped within,
Watched it all begin,
There's stories unfolding,
Now nobody hears.
Our lives fit in boxes,
Labelled hers and his,

I try to keep it quiet,
I try to let you sleep,
We've not shared our bed,
In oh so many weeks.

If I was strong,
I'd know you have to go,
A bird in a cage,
Has no room to grow.

Our lives fit in boxes of paradoxes,
And all the joys and fears,
we felt throughout the years.
There's photographs of those, 
Times gone past,
And the people trapped within,
Watched it all begin,
There's stories unfolding,
Now nobody hears.
Our lives fit in boxes,
Labelled hers and his,

Adam Morgan

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