my troubles I guess I could blow them away in bubbles but a bubble would burst And so would you? CHORUS Thanks for the stone Thanks for the stone Thanks for the stone
Feel the dirt beneath my fingers Taste the soil inside my mouth Muscles screaming, soundless cries Silent staring, a thousand eyes Blood is pumping through
: Feel the dirt, beneath my fingers Taste the soil, inside my mouth Muscles screaming, soundless cries Silent staring, of a thousand eyes Blood is pumping
Feel the dirt, beneath my fingers Taste the soil, inside my mouth Muscles screaming, soundless cries Silent staring, of a thousand eyes Blood is pumping
