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