Pack up all your broken bones All your broken bones In a broken box, oh yeah Pack up all your broken bones In a broken box In a broken box
I always thought you could walk on water But you make me feel like I was mistaken Now you walk to me like I'm one of the others Always saying "What's your problem" Gotta make a run when you can walk it Scream and shout when you can talk it Now you make me feel like I'm just a bother Always saying "You're the problem"
You wrote me a black letter You murder from the heart Am I gonna be like "I can take you falling down" So I can hold you up again to take the verbal Take the hit and run the hurdle Gotta make a lie if you can try it Forge a little tale and then deny it Now you make me feel like I'm just a bother Always saying "You're the problem"
You wrote me a black letter You murder from the heart Pack up all your broken bones All your broken bones In a broken box, oh yeah Pack up all your broken bones In a broken box In a broken box
You wrote me a black letter You bury me in bad weather You wrote me a black letter You murder from the heart Pack up all your broken bones All your broken bones In a broken box, oh yeah Pack up all your broken bones In a broken box In a broken box
Compositores: Charlotte Louise Cooper, William John Morgan, Joshua Thomas Morgan ECAD: Obra #12127426