It underlies thoughts that linger

Lies misapplied in our tips of fingers

Here we are stopped at empire's end

Beyond what once we thought we could mend



And we wish to be fully grown

With no cowardice in our bones

It's on my mind now and everyday

Since our Alaska passed away



Hoping on a wishbone

You're just lying in bed

Gotta built it - build it of stone

Paint it cherry red

Now I got it I'm suffering alone

Stuck inside my head

Gotta build it - build it of stone

Paint it cherry red



It underlies thoughts that linger

Lies misapplied in our tips of fingers

No one says that time won't fold

Lying still growing old



It underlies thoughts that linger

Lies misapplied in our tips of fingers

No one says that time won't fold

Lying still growing old