Paroles de Collarbone

There was a space in my bed, That i filled up with books and dusty ornaments, Without the light i lay down next to other people's lines, And hoped that i was right, Oh collarbone, You put punctuation marks on all my clothes, Deep in my heart and in my hope. There was a hole in my head, Where knowledge left me dead, cold and bereft, Without the time i lay down without colour in my life, And hoped 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, Deep in my heart and in my hope, Oh, 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, 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, Deep in my heart and in my hope.