Throwing Stones

Throwing Stones

Slip your fear into a glove
And you hide it with a fist,
As you load your gun with love
To bestow the crippling kiss.
And when push comes to shove,
You take the bitter pill
To secure the space above,
And you swoop down for the kill.

Chorus
Just like throwing stones.
Watch what you say.
Just like throwing stones.
There will be hell to pay.
Just like throwing stones.
Anyway, it’s the game we play.

You watch the snow fall in your skull
Upon the tiny town,
The roof tops and the walls
Resounding with the sound
Of words cocked on your tongue;
The catapult is sprung.
The church bells have all rung;
The war is raging.

Chorus

Bridge
Oh, we’re never done waiting.
Oh, we never go home.
Oh, The night’s always wasted,
Now let’s make a change before we go too far.

Chorus.