Collarbone - Tellison

There was just space in my bed

That I filled up with books and dusty ornaments

Without a lie, I lay down next to other people lines

And hope that I was right

Oh, Collarbone, you put punctuation marks on all my clothes

And deep in my heart and in my hope

There was hole in my head

When knowledge left me dead, cold. I’m a wreck

Without the time I lay down without color in my life

And hope that I was right

Cause I’m sick of making plans

I’m sick of holding back

I just wanted you to know

Oh, Collarbone, you put punctuation marks on all my clothes

And deep in my heart in my hope

Oh (Repeated)

When we’re dancing, bones get broken

When we’re dancing

When we’re dancing, hearts get broken

When we’re dancing

Oh, Collarbone, you put punctuation marks on all my clothes

And deep in my heart and in my hope

Cause I’m sick of making plans

I’m sick of holding back

I just wanted you to know

Oh, Collarbone, you put punctuation marks on all my clothes

And deep in my heart and in my hope