Ghost Under Rocks Songtext / Lyric

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