Come rest your weary bones on me
Come rest your weary bones on me
Though the world spins fast around
You're out of reach
At rest you are, at rest on me

You weigh like paper on my skin
Your body someday will cave in
And the room smells like the rain
And the ceiling fades
At rest, you are at rest on me

Tell the baker to save us bread
Spin your worries into a thread
So many reasons, so little time
Rest completely upon my frame
Tell your sorrows to do the same
Ancient papayrus I've written in
You're paper thin

Outside I hear a car go by
Some speedster with an alibi
And the room smells like the rain
And the room smells like the rain
And the room smells like the rain
Rest completely on my frame
And the room...
And the room...
And the room...

Tell the baker to save us bread
Spin your worries into a thread
So many reasons, so little time
Rest completely upon my frame
Tell your sorrows to do the same
You're made of color and paper thin
You're paper thin

Come rest your weary bones on me
Come rest your weary bones on me
Though the world spins fast around
You're out of reach
At rest you are, at rest on me

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