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