Olivia Wendel - Windthrow

Skipping Stones

Skipping stones out on the shore
Still not sure what you asked me here for
But I'm scouring the earth on the forest floor
Skipping stones 'til my arm is sore

And we stand in silence 'til a quarter to four
'Til the skies open up and it starts to pour
So we gather up our things and we head to the car
And it doesn't take long but we don't get far

'Til you say you're not coming home
You've got dreams of moving to the coast
I'm sitting here wondering
Is this how things go?
How far can you throw a heart made from stone?

Staring out the window at the passing road
Holding it in so I don't explode
You say I'll understand when I'm not seven years old
That the promise of life isn't how it was sold

You say you're not coming home
You've got dreams of moving to the coast
I'm sitting here wondering
Is this how things go?
How far can you throw a heart made from stone?

Made from stone,
Made from stone,
Made from stone?

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Writer(s): Olivia Wendel
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