I’ve been sleeping with the TV on
Just loud enough to drown out all my thoughts

'Cause lately I can’t think
Without panic chasing me
Stare at the ceiling
Count pounding heartbeats

Lost in a crowd
Of recycled bones and skin
What do you do now
With your seven skeletons?

I know how it feels to get stuck
Lonely, melancholy, nothing makes you give a fuck
But if our stubborn bones can grow new on their own
Then we can change ourselves, and build a better home

Lost in a crowd
Of recycled bones and skin
What do you do now
With your seven skeletons?

Lost in a crowd
Of recycled bones and skin
What do you now
With your seven skeletons

The darkest clouds
Part overhead
What do you do now
With your seven skeletons?
With your seven skeletons?