Blank Inside, Designed And Printed In The UK

Found my rhythm in the stones that I break beneath the rocks
Turned my voice down the phone to these 5 am thoughts
If I took melody for granted, it's only that she stayed
Some you write to leave, but some don't let you get away

Had some bones when I was young
Couldn't press 'em for a sigh
Fit that orphan in my palm
Fed it milk until she died
If there's a whisper in the hall that has turned upon your ear

It's not the past revealing the line before you
Let the memories push the world before you
Sure, there are stains and drums and some distant gong
You tell a mean story, but don't we all just sing along
A stone that you've bled
Some ghost in your bed
But you're not half way broken

Blank inside, designed and printed in the UK
Blank inside, designed and printed in the UK
If I took melody for granted, it's only that you stayed
Blank inside, designed and printed in the UK

Had some bones when I was young
Couldn't press 'em for a sigh
Fit that orphan in my palm
Fed it milk until she died
If there's a whisper in the hall that has turned upon your ear

It's not the past revealing the lines before you
Let the memories push the world before you
Sure, there are stains and drums and some distant gong
You tell a mean story, but don't we all just sing along
A stone that you've bled
Some ghost in your bed
But you're not half way broken
You're not half way broken