Ghost Under Rocks

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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 in a Ghost under rocks like notes found In pocket coats of your father's 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 in a Ghosts under rocks like notes found In pocket coats of your father's 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, why

Well, if you can't decide Your move, 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 And 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 in a 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, why