Little White Stones

You work
Do not notice little white stones
look at her body
You don't answer the door
Bathed in twilight

You say write a song
Little white stones
Look at her body
Bitterly they wait outside
On the curb

And people build houses to keep them in
And the walls are very high
And he bellows bellows bellows
Let me in
He throws little white stones

You write
Do not see the little white stones
Look at her body
You don't open your window
I open mine
You say write a song
Little white stones
But you hated everything I ever wrote so I
Wait outside

And people build houses to keep them in
Oh but the walls are very high
Oh and the doors are very thin
Oh and he bellows bellows bellows bellows
Let me in
He throws little white stones

And some nights I'd
I'd open my window cause I
Want the light to come through
And now I know it was you

Oh no
It was you

Oh and people build houses to keep them in
Oh and the walls are very high
Oh but he bellows bellows
Let me in
Oh he throws little white stones