Ghost Under Rocks lyrics
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
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