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