Ghost Under Rocks - Radio Edit

	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

	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