Кости in Любовь

Bones
I was being cut off of air. My face had been forced into--leather material. Wrists and ankles, weighed down in what felt as though dumbbells, instead, chains. I attempted to shift my body into a better position, but the abrupt stops and jolts made things very difficult. I was chained, in the backseat of a car.
Along my jugular veins, I could feel bruising. Straining my neck to readjust my head for better breathing brought me to find them. I had been temporarily strangled. And then, a greater jolt occurred causing me to roll onto the floor of the car. Pains emerged where I hadn't realized...

This song was recored and written by Delta Goodrem, an amzing Australian artist, it is called 'The Analyst'. To me it perfectly describes Temperence Brennan
Here are the lyrics:

Prepare yourself to meet
The girl who cannot sleep
Dividing every Вопрос till the Вопросы are comeplete
Every twisted tongue she studies everyone
She won't leave any stone unturned the night is oh so young

Oh oh she's traveling back in time
Questioning every line that someone сказал(-а)
Oh oh she's trying to understand

Free her mind she's always the analyst
Silent Космос the culprit the catalyst
Trying to make sense of her...