Emily Barker - Dinosaur Bones Lyrics

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