The sun burns down on our backs
Breaking, taking, and filling the cracks
And we are hung out to dry
Hanging on a clothesline
We are hard and dry like the pebble
But our souls do not amount to such rubble
Rinse me down, wear me away, I'm so childlike
Mold for me, flesh from stone, so that I may breathe
The moon, wears a face among us
Reflective, hard, and cold, and contemplative
And it's tuck way up high
Tied to the sky
We are hard and dry like the pebble
But our sould do not amount to such rubble
Rinse me down, wear me away, I'm so childlike
Mold for me, flesh from stone, so that I may breathe
The stars blink beyond these cloudy gates
Moving, taunting us, while we wait
And they are bright and untamable,
Shining through our closed eyes
We are hard and dry like the pebble
But our souls do not amount to such rubble
Rinse me down, wear me away, I'm so childlike
Mold for me, flesh from stone, so that I may breathe
Pebble, pebble, pebble, pebble, pebble roll down
Pebble, pebble, pebble, pebble, pebble roll down