Will archaeologists dig up our bones?
And will they all wonder just what went wrong?
Will they all wonder what happened to me?
Well, will they wonder what drained our lungs?
Search for answers that don’t come along
Will they uncover what happened to me?
Will they discover just what went wrong? Went wrong…
We are fossils, we are fossils, we are fossils, all
Children hear stories of what we have known
Words will breathe life into fossil and stone
Scratching the surface but they don’t know me
Will they discover just what went wrong? Went wrong…
We are fossils, we are fossils, we are fossils, all
Cold, stone hands – they hold nothing
They’ll reveal nothing
All these hands that once did something
It meant something
We all tried but we knew nothing
Cold, stone hands – they hold nothing
They won’t ever show us nothing
All these hands that once did something
We all pray that it means something
We all tried but we knew nothing
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