The Bonesetter

Shout out to Grey Nuns for the cracked hands (and feet) Now that you’re tucked in I have to say goodnight Now you might have a nightmare But I know you'll be alright Can you feel the air Slipping past your tongue It might be The Bonesetter Emptying out your lungs You could run You’d make it more fun You can see your blood Filling up his cup You know it’s just a nightmare But you just can’t wake yourself up Feel his eyes on your back Coming up from behind His elbows on your shoulders His fingers in your spine You could run You’d make it more fun