| Song | Skeletons |
| Artist | The Sound |
| Album | The Dutch Radio Recordings 3 (24.01.83 Arnhem, Stokvishal) |
| There's a gaping hole in the way we are | |
| With nothing to fill it up anymore | |
| No flesh no blood just broken bone | |
| A frame to hang our lives from | |
| We're living like skeletons | |
| Won't someone wake the dead in me | |
| Won't someone shake the dust off me | |
| Give me water give me bread | |
| But don't give me up for dead | |
| We're living like skeletons |