Lyrics Bones – MyNephewHasAWhitePickupTruck
Text:
Stars up in the sky and both of the windows down
In the pickup, picking up some more from the corner, no use in running out
Never had money but I had a lot of doubt
Still got it, no matter how many people shout
I get freaked when I think about deep time, now I’m weak
I think every storm’s a dream as we watch the world sleep
Trying to think too hard ’bout the matter that lies outside your reach
What makes you truly think our brains can fathom what it truly means to think?
Is it a reaction or is it just an outcome?
Like my life without selling one album
A lot of things changed since my life back Howell
Had to make use of my hours
Had to make use of my minutes, had to make use of my seconds
I think every storm’s a dream as we watch the world sleep
Trying to think too hard ’bout the matter that lies outside your reach
What makes you truly think our brains can fathom what it truly means to think?
Is it a reaction or is it just an outcome?
Like my life without selling one album
A lot of things changed since my life back Howell
Had to make use of my hours
Had to make use of my minutes, had to make use of my seconds
Album
Bones – Bones - Unrendered
Bones – MyNephewHasAWhitePickupTruck
Bones – Importing
Bones – CtrlAltDelete
Bones – SystemPreferences
Bones – MissingProjectFiles
Bones – SunnyDay
Bones – ConnectingToServer
Bones – LifeRuiner
Bones – MustBeARealDragWakingUpAndBeingYou
Bones – ContinueWithoutSaving?
Bones – TakingOutTheTrash
Bones – WhateverHelpsYouSleep
Bones – CaseSensitive
Bones – YouKnowIWantYou
Bones – BoyOhBoy
Bones – MinorSetback
Bones – TheGrandestNothing