Stone
Anna Nalick
(x2) When she knew they had lost each other She came back to 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 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 whoa And we're a stone's throw away from our own language And if I wasn't the Victorian type I would tell him so And vanquish any doubt But there's something about competition that leaves a bad taste in my mouth But 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 is the real tongues It's timeless and free And stretches from Memphis Egypt to Memphis Tennessee But he's a stone whoa whoa he's a stone whoa whoa And we're a stone's throw away from our own language And if I wasn't the Victorian type I would tell him so And vanquish any doubt But there's something about competition that leaves a bad taste in my mouth But we're a stone We're a stone's throw yeah oh yeah oh oh Hidden in time who we are yeah oh yeah oh oh Written in stars N.C. When we know we have N.C. found each other N.C. I will love you more for N.C. all your wounded lovers But we'll leave them in a moonlit daisy garden to their own excavations with a compass and we'll hope they make it home That we're a stone whoa whoa we're a stone whoa whoa And we're a stone's throw away from our own language And if I wasn't the Victorian type I would tell him so And vanquish any doubt But there's something about competition that leaves a bad taste in my mouth But we're a stone We're a stone's throw whoa whoa whoa
