JAMES WARREN

Lyrics

Bottles & Bones

Nothin left inside me but empty bottles and old bones
Weathered by the rain and broken down for sure
How can I keep the lights on when I’m burnin out from both ends?
The flame that burns is just a flicker when it can

A cold wind blows empty bottles and old bones
A cold wind blows empty bottles and old bones
A cold wind blows, bottles and bones.
Bottles and bones

This old house is haunted by ghosts made of old bed sheets
Taken from the bed where I used to sleep
Now I drive West on some back roads with the Bell Jar under my arm
Loneliness is just the calm before the storm

A cold wind blows empty bottles and old bones
A cold wind blows empty bottles and old bones
A cold wind blows, bottles and bones.
Bottles and bones

When the mailbox holds a postcard reading I’m wishing you were here.
My voice will sound like a whisper in your ear

A cold wind blows empty bottles and old bones
A cold wind blows empty bottles and old bones
A cold wind blows, bottles and bones.
Bottles and bones