The Earth Just Keeps Spinning

I know a ghost who's made of trees.
I visit him with memories of when he could breathe.
He opens his mouth in hopes of rebirth
He opens his mouth but there's nothing but earth.

I know a bird who's made of stone
I visit him with memories of blood and of bone
He opens his mouth in hopes to sing
He opens his mouth but there's nothing but trees

I know a girl who's made of glass
I visit her with memories from the past
She opens her mouth in hopes of home
She opens her mouth but there's nothing but stone.

I know a boy who was made from dirt
A breath from God, he forms the earth
He opens his mouth but he's never sure.
He opens his mouth but there's nothing but her.