Fossils Songtext
von Peggy Sue
Fossils Songtext
Oh, fossil, you lie there
And you pickle yourself with the liquor you drink
You learned to walk, but now your will, it shrinks
Stand tall, my love, I call as you sink
Oh, fossil, turned your flesh to stone
You′ve encased these bones in a body that will not grow
And grow
And these hands are prone to stray
To keep dark thoughts, these fears at bay
And they'll creep upon a spine that is not yours
And they long for new notes, new notches, chords
And I dripped salty water on your kitchen floor
It was meant as a gift, but it was taken sore
I thought the puddles pretty as they glistened raw
But you′ve spent your whole life cleaning mess that was not yours
Was not yours
Oh, fossil, you lie there
And your family like lynch and you cling to your skin
You made your stand, but now your will, it shrinks
Stand tall, my love, they call as you sink
Oh, fossil, turned your flesh to stone
And the sand that trickles your veins is moving slow
And slow
And I'll look a ghost in the eye each day
'Til my head is stone and my pillow clay
And these hands were the first that would go astray
But you never used your arms to make them stay
And when I dripped salty water on your kitchen floor
And I thought that you′d be thankful, but you took it sore
And you said these puddles prickle ′til my skin is raw
And I've spent my whole life cleaning mess and I won′t clean yours
And you pickle yourself with the liquor you drink
You learned to walk, but now your will, it shrinks
Stand tall, my love, I call as you sink
Oh, fossil, turned your flesh to stone
You′ve encased these bones in a body that will not grow
And grow
And these hands are prone to stray
To keep dark thoughts, these fears at bay
And they'll creep upon a spine that is not yours
And they long for new notes, new notches, chords
And I dripped salty water on your kitchen floor
It was meant as a gift, but it was taken sore
I thought the puddles pretty as they glistened raw
But you′ve spent your whole life cleaning mess that was not yours
Was not yours
Oh, fossil, you lie there
And your family like lynch and you cling to your skin
You made your stand, but now your will, it shrinks
Stand tall, my love, they call as you sink
Oh, fossil, turned your flesh to stone
And the sand that trickles your veins is moving slow
And slow
And I'll look a ghost in the eye each day
'Til my head is stone and my pillow clay
And these hands were the first that would go astray
But you never used your arms to make them stay
And when I dripped salty water on your kitchen floor
And I thought that you′d be thankful, but you took it sore
And you said these puddles prickle ′til my skin is raw
And I've spent my whole life cleaning mess and I won′t clean yours
Writer(s): Oliver Joyce, Rosa Slade, Katy Young Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

