Flowers and Bones

Here's a scattered piece of us
Always trying to pick them up
But can never find them all
Haunted and always feeling crushed
Hopeful for peace but always falling to a million pieces

Flowers and bones
Colors and Tones
Hands try to make things whole
My hands in your hands

Broken bodies broken souls
broken all across this floor
Broken children reaching out
For a hand to hold
You and I are swallowed whole
It's ok if all these bones
Rise up off this floor

Flowers and bones
Colors and Tones
Hands try to make things whole
My hands in your hands

Broken bodies broken bones
There's no way to heal these wounds
The scares were made and they remain
So take my hand and take my love
We'll walk through these fields of flowers everyday
We'll walk through these fields of flowers everyday