Fiddler’s

Made of bones
But I cling to you
You’re only made of bones
I find something to hold on to

Even if you shatter
Give me one more second
It all won’t be over just yet
I find myself swallowing
Just before they turn to
Once the sandstorm swallows us
Before

After everything I hope you've been doing ok
I'm ready for another time I can be happy again
Once everyone approaches the green that lies just ahead
We can all remember the place you came from and went