With every little thing
You own is looking back
At you and starts to mean
Less than it ever did,
Oh, every
On every inch of stone
Skin and cloth
Made to leave you
Here you are
You are breathing
Life into ghosts
Under rocks
like notes found
In pockets
coats of your fathers,
lost and forgotten,
All, all, all
Your soaking wet dreams
You've spent them,
You have gone dreamt them
Dry,
Now you ask your babies
Why? why? why?
We're gripping seats and plots
Pleading to honored lots
To give us this much more
Safe from a cutting shear
On every
On every inch of stone
Skin and cloth
Made to leave you
Here you are
You are breathing
Life into ghosts
Under rocks
like notes found in pocket
Coats of our fathers
lost and forgotten
All, all, all
Your soaking wet dreams
You've spent them
You have gone and dreamt them
Dryyyy
Now you ask your babies
Why? why? why? why?
Well if you can't decide
Whether you
Either weep or moan
Your waste
a year to mull this through
Anyway you wanted to
Ohh
But you could have had
Turn it into broken good
Taken off the side of it
A cut up and a parasol
A pair of them you found along
Maybe never to again
As if it never was at all,
Lifting you up
As an offer
Up as an offer
Here you are
You are breathing
Life into ghosts
Under rocks
like notes found
In pocket
Coats of your fathers
lost and forgotten,
All, all, all
Your soaking
wet dreams,
You've spent them
You have gone
And dreamt them
Dry, now you ask your babies
Why? why? why? whyyy?
