Sepia Bones

When I walk down the street
I see a lot of faces
Disappearing traces
Of unknown lives
All that I've ever seen
Is the echo of things happening
Before my time
Invisible lines

Digging through archives and scattered photos
These sepia bones
The only thing that feels alive

I'm the descendant of
8 strangers that I've never loved
Who made their way
To Californ-I-A
They built the walk of fame
The Hollywood sign and the Golden Gate
Then passed away
Just names and dates

Digging through archives and scattered photos
These sepia bones
The only thing that feels alive

When I walk down the street
I see a lot of faces
Disappearing traces
Of unknown lives
But a hundred years ago
They took a steam ship to the New York shore
And spread like vines
Into me and mine

Digging through archives and scattered photos
These sepia bones
The only thing that feels alive
Digging through archives and scattered photos
These sepia bones
The only thing that feels alive