oh how could it be that tendons bound to bones within my feet were bound to believe that they should move themselves to up and leave i should say that im sorry on their behalf i should say something funny but you will not laugh oh i didnt see the steps i took had taken you from me where would we be if i let myself be swept away to sea i would cry out to tell you but youd not be there i would cry out to tell you but you wouldnt care i could lead a stationary life and you will see youll believe my love is carried to you by my feet my bones are wrong sometimes sometimes bones are wrong i know im not leaving i know i believe it oh how could it be those teeny little things within your knees bring you to me and they can keep on moving when you sleep i know i m not leaving you all alone i know i believe it and so do my bones and so do my bones and so do my bones oh i could lead a stationary life and you will see you ll believe my love is carried to you by my feet my bones are wrong sometimes sometimes bones are wrong