Achey Bones - The Happy Fits

Fell down the stairwell;

had tripped on my feet

My heart got untied and laced with ennui

Dear Mr. Shoemaker, make me some cleats

How it’d be lovely to step on my dreams

I see, I see it’s too true to believe

You were just lying next to me

Heal it all and by the hour forget

See it all and say, «Who?

Who?'

Heal it all and by the hour forget

See it all and say, «Who?

Who?'

Whatcha sayin', whatcha sayin', that I can’t hold on?

(Who would I love here if I hadn’t gone?)

Whatcha sayin', whatcha sayin', that I can’t move on?

(Who would I love here if I hadn’t gone?)

See in the way of the poorest;

the lowest are lovely and lonely, defined

See in the way of the future, the way of the story

The way of the times

Up is the way that I wanted to see

For us, the good nightmares, I was bereaved

Dear Mr. Sandman, please give me some sleep

How it’d be lovely to have all my dreams

I see, I see it’s too true to believe

You were just lying next to me

Heal it all and by the hour forget

See it all and say, «Who?

Who?'

Heal it all and by the hour forget

See it all and say, «Who?

Who?'

But you say, but you say, but you can’t get on

(Who would I love here if I hadn’t gone?)

But you say, but you say, but you can’t hold on

(Who would I love here if I hadn’t gone?)

See in the way of the poorest;

the lowest are lovely and lonely, defined

See in the way of the future, the way of the story

The way of the time

Bending backwards, head to toes, and you’ll say

Get up, get out of this town

Get up get out of this town

Now feeling down my achey bones, and you’ll say

Get up, get out of this town

Get up get out of this town

See in the way of the poorest

The lowest are lovely and lonely, defined

See in the way of the future, the way of the story

The way of the story

The way of the, way of the, way of the

Time

Heal it all and by the hour forget

See it all and say

Heal it all and by the hour forget

See it all and say

Whatcha sayin', whatcha sayin', that I can’t hold on?

(Who would I love here if I hadn’t gone?)

Whatcha sayin', whatcha sayin', that I can’t move on?

(Who would I love here if I hadn’t gone?)

See in the way of the poorest;

the lowest are lovely and lonely, defined

See in the way of the future, the way of the story

The future’s divine