Statues — Foo Fighters

You and I were two old and tortured souls Repaired by a love of broken things In a life, just some bodies growing old No fear of the end, of anything

We're just ordinary people, you and me Time will turn us into statues, eventually

We got by, though we never needed much A sliver of hope, no diamond rings We got high, it was heaven it was hell Flying over them, with broken wings

We're just ordinary people, you and me

Time will turn us into statues, eventually Oh, just two ordinary people, you and me Time will turn us into statues, eventually

Our bones forever in stone Monuments of life To dust, as everything must We fade away in time, oh

We're just ordinary people, you and me Time will turn us into statues, eventually Oh, just two ordinary people, you and me Oh, time will turn us into statues, eventually