Текст песни Editors - Bones

How come you're always late for your arrival?
You know I forgive you every single time

Oh retreat, retreat, I've fallen at the low tide
Now retreat, retreat, meet me by the quayside

In the end, all you can hope for
Is the love you found to equal the pain you've gone through
Are your eyes showing off for mine?
Your face in my hands is everything I need

A system's put in place, put there to protect us
For you I throw a life line every time

Oh retreat, retreat, I've fallen at the low tide
Now retreat, retreat, meet me by the quayside

In the end, all you can hope for
Is the love you found to equal the pain you've gone through
Are your eyes showing off for mine?
Your face in my hands is everything I need

Bones, starved of flesh
Surround an aching heart
Full of love

Oh bones, starved of flesh
Surround an aching heart
Full of love

Retreat
Retreat
Retreat, retreat
Retreat, retreat

Oh retreat, retreat, I've fallen at the low tide
Now retreat, retreat, meet me by the quayside
Retreat, retreat, I've fallen at the low tide
Now retreat, retreat, meet me by the quayside