Lyrics:

When she knew they had lost each other
She came back from LA and she fucked 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
Whoa, whoa
He's a stone
Whoa, whoa

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
Whoa, whoa
I'm a stone
Whoa, whoa

We're a stone's throw away from our own language
And if I wasn't the Victorian type, I would tell him so
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
He is the sun god alive from the tomb
They all get let 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
Whoa, whoa
We're a stone
Whoa, whoa

We're a stone's throw away from our own language
And if I wasn't the Victorian type, I would tell him so
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
Yeah oh

Written in time who we are
Written in stars
When we know we've 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
Whoa, whoa

We're a stone
Whoa

We're a stone's throw away from our own language
And if I wasn't the Victorian type, I would tell him so
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