Organise these memories into hand-me-down cases Generations worn, a rusted clasp, the lining's torn I was thinking of my father and about dinosaur bones And how we create the story with the fragments that we're thrown ♪ Sifting through these letters, come alive in callow words Sorting into boxes what to keep and what to burn I was thinking of my mother and the pieces she let go And how we adopt a story until it becomes our own All the ways we print ourselves in sedimentary stone Draw the muscles, sketch the skin, add the meaning Turning pages down a street where time is standing still Searching through old photographs for emptiness to fill I was thinking of my grandparents and a past I wish I'd known And how we alter the story with each telling that gets told All the ways we print ourselves in sedimentary stone Draw the muscles, sketch the skin, add the meaning Add the meaning