Rocks

The less we know for the better

Our sins always carry

Us back to the table for dinner

Lay your head on the pillows

Of our fields and our gallows

Rest those bones from the aches

Of the world you've made

Oh, but soon you’ll see

Flames are burning on the sea

Stable stones

Skipping rocks, you hit the bones

Skipping rocks, you hit the bones

Skipping rocks, you hit the bones

You'll see

Mores is less, as we know it

Those tests just don't blow out your mind

As the rest of the world divides

Count your fears of the seasons

And those tears for no reasons

Out your eyes

From the aches of the world you’ve made

Oh, but soon you'll see

Flames are burning on the sea

Stable stones

Skipping rocks, you hit the bones

Skipping rocks, you hit the bones

Skipping rocks, you hit the bones

You'll see