Bones from Fortitude by Ian Cooke

Far from the place and time
We met without speaking and locked our eyes,
Effort was made and I’m
Not sure what caused him to realize:

No longer hiding were the tidings of a coveted kind
Half given up on, half still sitting in a corner in the back of my mind.
I’ll get my druthers. No others would ever be fit to bind.
And then in order to get what I wanted I cried and I prayed and I pined.

Set under spell, bound to love you like hell,
with all my bones forever.

When decision-making,
We certainly must take into account
Chance that the altered thing
Causes good outcome in great amount.

Another day that has come to knock me down on the floor.
And here, I thought I was done. I didn’t think I’d have to look anymore.
So, I play the game, play to win, play for the one keeping score.
All of a sudden I heard another one coming then the knock at the door.

Set under spell, bound to love you like hell,
With all my bones forever.

• Alternative
• Progressive Rock
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• classical pop
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