Stone - Anna Nalick

When she knew they had lost each other

She came back from LA and she fucked his brother

Now she’s one more in the running for deciphering his tongue

Like that hieroglyphic battle by Champollion and Young

But he’s a stone, whoa

Whoa

He’s a stone

Whoa

I am cryptic as the ages

Been writing riddles since I first put ink to pages

But I know that love is music if we play with open hands

And my love won’t need to read the score, he’ll see and understand

That I’m a stone, whoa

Whoa

I’m a stone

Whoa

We’re a stone’s throw away from our own language

And if I wasn’t the Victorian type, I would tell him so

Vanquish any doubt

But there’s something about competition that leaves a bad taste in my mouth

We’re a stone

We’re a stone’s throw

He is the sun god alive from the tomb

They all get lit up when he walks into the room

But music’s the real tones, it’s timeless and free

And stretches from Memphis, Egypt to Memphis, Tennessee

And we’re a stone, whoa

Whoa

We’re a stone, whoa

Whoa

We’re a stone’s throw away from our own language

And if I wasn’t the Victorian type, I would tell him so

Vanquish any doubt

But there’s something about competition that leaves a bad taste in my mouth

We’re a stone, we’re a stone’s throw

Yeah whoa yeah whoa

Hidden in time who we are

Written in stars

When we know we’ve found each other

I will love you more for all your wounded lovers

But we’ll leave them in a moon and daisy garden to their own

Excavations with a compass and we’ll hope they make it home

'Cause we’re a stone

Whoa

We’re a stone

Whoa

We’re a stone’s throw away from our own language

And if I wasn’t the Victorian type, I would, I would tell him so

Vanquish any doubt

But there’s something about competition that leaves a bad taste in my mouth

We’re a stone

We’re a stone’s throw

Oh, oh