Dinosaur Bones - Stop Light Observations

I’m more alone, than dinosaur bones

Buried beneath, the fragile crust where we all sleep

Why don’t you pick up your phone?

The color of the couch is turning red as you call my name

Why don’t you pick up your phone?

The weather man says unplug my microwave

But maybe I’m just hearing things

Decorated on the outside, but empty at my core

I feel so extinct I’m beginning to think that I am a dinosaur

I feel out of place, like a cradle lost in space

Like a poor boy in a country club

Like a trumpet out of tune

Like a humpback in the Mojave

Like a flag out on the moon

Decorated on the outside, but empty at my core

I feel so extinct, I’m beginning to think I, am a dinosaur, am a dinosaur,

am a dinosaur

Decorated on the outside, but empty at my core

I feel so extinct I’m beginning to think that I, that I am the bones,

that I am the bones

Decorated on the outside, but empty at my core

I feel so extinct I’m beginning to think that I am a dinosaur