Stones

Stones - Audio Idols

Stones would play inside her head

And where she slept

They made her bed

And she would ache

For love and get but stones

La la la la la la la la la

Lo Lordy child

A good days coming

And I'll be there to let the sun in

And being lost

Is worth the coming home

La la la la la la la la la on stones

You and me a time for planting

You and me a harvest granting

The every prayer ever prayed

For just two wild flowers that grow

La la la la la la la la la on stones

Mmmmmmmm