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, 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, 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
