When she knew they had lost each other

She came back to la and seduced his brother

Now she's one more in the running for deciphering his tongue

Like that hieroglyphic battle by champollion and young.

But he's a stone

He's a stone.

I am cryptic as the ages

Been writing riddles since I first put ink to pages

But I know that love is music if we play with open hands

And my love won't need to read the score,

He'll see and understand.

That I'm a stone

I'm a stone.

And we're a stone's throw away from our own language

And if I wasn't the victorian type I would tell him so

And vanquish any doubt

But there's something about competition

That leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

But we're a stone

We're a stone's throw.

He is the sun god alive from the tomb

They all get lit up when he walks into the room

But music's the real tongues

It's timeless and free

And stretches from memphis egypt to memphis tennessee.

And we're a stone

We're a stone.

We're a stone's throw away from our own language

And if I wasn't the victorian type I would tell him so

And vanquish any doubt

But there's something about competition

That leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

We're a stone

We're a stone's throw.

Hidden in time who we are

Written in stars.

When we know we have found each other

I will love you more for all your wounded lovers

But we'll leave them in a moonlit daisy garden

To their own excavations with a compass

And we'll hope they make it home.

'cause we're a stone

We're a stone.

We're a stone's throw away from our own language

And if I wasn't the victorian type I would tell you so

And vanquish any doubt

But there's something about competition

That leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

We're a stone

We're a stone's throw.