Oh how could it be?
That tendons bound to bones within my feet
Were bound to believe
That they should move themselves to up and leave
I should say, that I'm sorry
on their behalf
I should say, something funny
but you would not laugh

Oh I didn't see
The steps I took had taken you from me
Where would we be?
If I let myself be swept away to sea
I would cry out to tell you
But you'd not be there
I would cry out to tell you
But you wouldn't care

I could lead a stationary life
and you will see
My love is carried to you by my feet
My bones are wrong
Sometimes, sometimes bones are wrong

I know, I'm not leaving
I know, I believe it

Oh how could it be?
These teeny little things within your knees
Bring you to me
And they can keep on moving when you sleep

I know I'm not leaving
you all alone
I know, I believe it
and so do my bones
and so do my bones

I could lead a stationary life
and you will see
you'll believe my love is carried to you by my feet
my bones are wrong
sometimes, sometimes bones are wrong