Intro : (x2)
When she knew t hey had
lost each other She
came b ack to LA a nd
she f ucked his b rother
N ow she's o ne more in
the running f or deci phering
his tongue Like that h ieroglyphic
b attle by Champ ollion a nd You ng
But he's a st one
w hoa wh oa
he's a st one
w hoa wh oa
I am crypt ic as the ages
Been writing r iddles since
I f irst put i nk to p ages
B ut I k now that love is
music i f we pl ay with open
hands And my l ove won't
need to r ead the score
he'll s ee and u ndersta nd
That I'm a st one
w hoa wh oa
I'm a sto ne
w hoa wh oa
And we're a st one's t hrow
aw ay from our o wn language
And if I wasn't the Vict orian
type I would t ell him s o
And vanquish any d oubt
But there's s omething
about compet ition
that l eave s a bad
t aste in my m outh
But we're a st one
We're a st one's throw
He is the Sun God
alive from the tomb
They all get l it up
when he w alks int o
the r oom B ut music is
the real tongues
It's t imeless and free
And st retches from Memp his
Egypt to M emphis Tenness ee
But he's a st one
w hoa wh oa
he's a st one
w hoa wh oa
And we're a st one's t hrow
aw ay from our o wn language
And if I wasn't the Vict orian
type I would t ell him s o
And vanquish any d oubt
But there's s omething
about compet ition
that l eave s a bad
t aste in my m outh
But we're a st one
We're a st one's throw
yeah oh
yea h oh o h
H idden in t ime
who we a re
yeah oh
yea h oh o h
W ritten in st ars
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 l eave them in a
moonlit d aisy ga rden
to their own exc avations
with a c ompass and we'll
h ope they m ake it h ome
That we're a st one
w hoa wh oa
we're a s tone
w hoa wh oa
And we're a st one's t hrow
aw ay from our o wn language
And if I wasn't the Vict orian
type I would t ell him s o
And vanquish any d oubt
But there's s omething
about compet ition
that l eave s a bad
t aste in my m outh
But we're a st one
We're a st one's throw
whoa whoa whoa
