Editors - Bones lyrics

How can you always be late for your arrival? You know I'd forgive you every single time Retreat, retreat, I've fallen at the low tide Oh, retreat, retreat and meet me by the quayside In the end all you can hope for Is the love you felt to equal the pain you've gone through Are your eyes showing off for mine? Your face in my hands is everything good I need The system's put in place, put there to protect us For you I'd throw a lifeline every time Oh, retreat, retreat, I've fallen at the low tide Now retreat, retreat and meet me by the quayside In the end all you can hope for Is the love you felt to equal the pain you've gone through Are your eyes showing off for mine? Your face in my hands is everything good I need Bones starved of flesh surround an aching heart Full of love Oh, bones, starved of flesh surround your aching heart Full of love Bones starved of flesh surround your aching heart Bones Oh bones I watch as your eyes show off for mine I watch as your eyes show off I watch as your eyes show off for mine I watch as your eyes show off