My spirit and soul are made out of glass
You only live once
Well, depends who you ask
Very few things are matters of fact
My life’s not worth much but I’d bet it on that

In my bones
In my bones
There’s a lot we don’t know
Can a man torn in half ever find his way home?
Searching for the answers
The trail keeps getting cold
In my bones
In my bones
In my bones

Is everyone’s heart inherently bad?
Or is it the weight that makes us collapse?
How many licks will it take me to get
To the center of the icicle plunged in my chest