Ghost Under Rocks

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