Bones

I can't remember, I think I've told you once before

When my body was cold conversation was old and our clothes were on the floor

Early November, I wonder what future had in store

When the wind had blown all the leaves from the trees

And you walked right out the door

Is it the simple things

That became so complicated

Or is it the fun it brings

To pretend that it's so hard

For you to remember

The night when our clothes were on the floor