ghost under rocks

oh

ooh

oh

ooh

oh

ooh

oh

ooh

oh

ooh

oh

ooh

when every little thing

you own is looking back

at you and starts to mean

less than it ever did

on every

on every inch of stone

skin and cloth

made to leave you

here you are you are breathing life into

ghost 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

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 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

well

if you can't decide

whether you either weep or moan

you waste a year to mull this through

anyway you wanted to

oh

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

ghost 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