Am Well I watched your black tied family C Rise up from graves near cemeteries G Am That I have not been to since your goodbye Am And I drink another simile C And compared your Jesus to a thief G Am And he took my bones and he turned them into bread F C Cause I can feel your pain Am G In my bones, in my bones Am I was scared to call your mother C For news that you weren’t getting better G Am My God, just what the hell am I supposed to do? Am And I ran off, and ran on to something C G That I swore was everything but beautiful Am I only say that word for you F C Cause I can feel your pain Am G In my bones, in my bones F C And I can feel your pain Am G Deep in my bones, deep in my bones F C Am G And Hal-hallelujah to the one in our bones F C Am G And Hal-hallelujah to the one who we love Outro -humming-: F C Am G F C Am G Am
