Laura Stevenson - The Source and the Sound (The Sound and The Source) lyrics

The brokenhearted break their bones
Up into bread
Then ball it up and stuff it in the
Holes in the sides of their heads
To stop the sound you stop the source
Or is it the other way around?
To stop the source you stop the sound

My bones are brittle and I'm a little dry at
The joints between them
Pushing the choke in my throat down
I told you I'd go down
But, you don't know, you never know
The open hearted make such
A mess of themselves
The emptyhanded are pulling all the sparks
Right out from under their wheels
To stop, to stop, to throw off course
Of course i know how easy for all those
Who need and take and go

My bones are brittle
And I'm a little tired of
Sitting and getting fat
We all should close up
If we are sealing up enough
Then we are feeling nothing feeling nothing
Feeling nothing