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