Shout out to Grey Nuns for the cracked hands (and feet)

Now that you’re tucked in
I have to say goodnight
Now you might have a nightmare
But I know you'll be alright

Can you feel the air
Slipping past your tongue
It might be The Bonesetter
Emptying out your lungs

You could run
You’d make it more fun

You can see your blood
Filling up his cup
You know it’s just a nightmare
But you just can’t wake yourself up

Feel his eyes on your back
Coming up from behind
His elbows on your shoulders
His fingers in your spine

You could run
You’d make it more fun

The Bonesetter

Sam Morisson