Sticks And Stones

When day peaks it’s head from the blanket
And the numbers blur on the clock
He gets up and says, “it’s time to shine again”
And even when the clouds shout in thunder
He tries his best to yell back and slap from slumber

They’re just numbers, they’re just words
They’re just symbols, and they hurt
They’re just sticks and stones buried in the earth

They’re just numbers, they’re just words
They’re just symbols, and they hurt
They’re just sticks and stones buried in the earth

They’re just sticks and stones
But they break our bones
They’re just sticks, sticks and stones

While the oysters ate sand and makes pearls
It plants a speck of doubt
All I can make is sound
And how am I to take a speck of something fake and spit one cent into doubt
And how am I to feel when they stay in their shell til it’s time to spit the masterpiece out of their mouth?

When night peaks her head from the coffin
And spreads her wings to hush the sun
She gets up and says, “it’s time to fly again”
And even when the stars shine bright
She blinds even the keenest eye

While the oysters ate sand and makes pearls
It plants a speck of doubt
All I can make is sound
And how am I to take a speck of something fake and spit one cent into doubt
And how am I to feel when they stay in their shell til it’s time to spit the masterpiece out of their mouth?

It’s just sticks and stones, sticks and stones
But they broke our bones

It’s just sticks and stones, sticks and stones
But they broke our bones

And it’ll end like it started.