Don’t ask me what it’s all about
We’re all just acting roles
The life blood and emotions
Wrapped in a bag of bones

Don’t kiss me in the morning
When the skies are blue
I’ll blow your mind by Sunday
So you can join me too

I’m tripping over buildings
Trapped in your telephones
Screaming from the inside
Wrapped in a bag of bones

Don’t ask me what’s the meaning
Of life and alcohol
I sit alone on desert dunes
Contemplating the animals

Wrap me in your arms
Touch me with your toes
A comfort and warming
This skinny bag of bones

1st May 2025 – A slight rearrangement of these words in the recording below though they are barely audible. I’m confused at how I managed to jag the saxophone sounding fairly melodic and in tune with the song. I had no idea what I was doing with the thing and it got sold soon after Hate That Smile broke up and I needed money. Written sometime in 1987 these words didn’t get used in a song until 1989.