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Stones (feat. Max Graham)
by Olivia Quintanilla
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We are stones in the garden
Strong as Earth and old as time
We are stones in the garden
Rolling through the trees and the dreams and the meadows and the storms
Rolling through the trees, the dreams, the meadows and the storms
We were one atop a mountain
Proud and free from the troubles below
We were smashed, a thousand pieces
We fell down from the place where we were whole
We fell down from the place where we were whole
I was cold, sharp and jagged
Boldly broken and barely formed
I became soft, slowly rounded
By the creeks bubbling toll
By the creeks, woah oh
I was placed in a pocket
By a child barely four years old
There I stayed lost in the shadows
Kept from the world in a cage of gold
Kept from the world in a cage of gold
They say that there's no way that we could be
Put back put back together
I'll try to fit the pieces back
So we can be complete for all of
Time is just a consequence
I know we'll be back on that mountain
They say that there's no way that we could be
If a rolling stone gathers no moss
Then why do I feel lonely?
If a rolling stone gathers no moss
Then why are you still with me?
If a rolling stone gathers no moss
Then why am I still lonely?
If a rolling stone, if a rolling stone's
Put back together
We are stones in the garden
Strong as Earth and old as time
We are stones in the garden
Rolling through the trees and the dreams and the meadows and the storms
Rolling through the tress, the dreams, the meadows and the storms
We are stones in the garden
Strong as Earth and old as time
We are stones in the garden
Rolling through the trees and the dreams and the meadows and the storms
Rolling through the trees, the dreams, the meadows and the storms
We were one atop a mountain
Proud and free from the troubles below
We were smashed, a thousand pieces
We fell down from the place where we were whole
We fell down from the place where we were whole
I was cold, sharp and jagged
Boldly broken and barely formed
I became soft, slowly rounded
By the creeks bubbling toll
By the creeks, woah oh
I was placed in a pocket
By a child barely four years old
There I stayed lost in the shadows
Kept from the world in a cage of gold
Kept from the world in a cage of gold
They say that there's no way that we could be
Put back put back together
I'll try to fit the pieces back
So we can be complete for all of
Time is just a consequence
I know we'll be back on that mountain
They say that there's no way that we could be
If a rolling stone gathers no moss
Then why do I feel lonely?
If a rolling stone gathers no moss
Then why are you still with me?
If a rolling stone gathers no moss
Then why am I still lonely?
If a rolling stone, if a rolling stone's
Put back together
We are stones in the garden
Strong as Earth and old as time
We are stones in the garden
Rolling through the trees and the dreams and the meadows and the storms
Rolling through the tress, the dreams, the meadows and the storms
