Ghost Under Rocks
Oh, oh, ooooh
Oh, oh, ooooh
Oh, oh, ooooh
Oh, oh, ooooh
Oh, oh, ooooh
Oh, oh, ooooh
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, whyyy
Well, if you can't decide
You 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 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, whyyy
Oh, oh, ooooh
Oh, oh, ooooh
Oh, oh, ooooh
Oh, oh, ooooh
Oh, oh, ooooh
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, whyyy
Well, if you can't decide
You 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 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, whyyy
Credits
Writer(s): Wes Miles, Mathieu Jordan Santos, Milo A Bonacci, Alexandra Nicole Lawn, Rebecca Alexandra Zeller
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