| There was just space in my bed |
| That I filled up with books and dusty ornaments |
| Without a lie, I lay down next to other people lines |
| And hope that I was right |
| Oh, Collarbone, you put punctuation marks on all my clothes |
| And deep in my heart and in my hope |
| There was hole in my head |
| When knowledge left me dead, cold. I’m a wreck |
| Without the time I lay down without color in my life |
| And hope that I was right |
| Cause I’m sick of making plans |
| I’m sick of holding back |
| I just wanted you to know |
| Oh, Collarbone, you put punctuation marks on all my clothes |
| And deep in my heart in my hope |
| Oh (Repeated) |
| When we’re dancing, bones get broken |
| When we’re dancing |
| When we’re dancing, hearts get broken |
| When we’re dancing |
| Oh, Collarbone, you put punctuation marks on all my clothes |
| And deep in my heart and in my hope |
| Cause I’m sick of making plans |
| I’m sick of holding back |
| I just wanted you to know |
| Oh, Collarbone, you put punctuation marks on all my clothes |
| And deep in my heart and in my hope |