Stones

Getting closer to the surface

Getting farther from the core

Like a violent acquisition of the need for something more

Cries of humanity coming back for us all

Scared of all those expectations cause' I got so far to fall

Full of righteous indignation from the writings on the wall

Some kind of freedom coming back for us all

Sometimes I think that somebody's out there

Throwing stones at me

Throwing stones

I can't help but think that something is out there being thrown at me

I'm checking past my shoulders

I've been watching from the back

Cause' the nights are getting colder

And the days are getting black

Some kind of freedom coming back for us all

Sometimes I think that somebody's out there

Throwing stones at me

Throwing stones

I can't help but think that something is out there being thrown at me

And I have often heard it said

That a change is better than a rest

And time is the healer and that time is the test

It's something I don't understand, I don't get it at all

I can feel a slow submission

The music's getting strong

Some kind of silent apparition

Must have known it all along

Right there in front of me coming back for us all

Sometimes I think that somebody's out there

Throwing stones at me

Throwing stones

I can't help but think that something is out there being thrown at me

Sometimes I think that somebody's out there

Throwing stones at me

I can't help but think that something is out there being thrown at me