| 歌曲 | Stones |
| 歌手 | the Collection |
| 专辑 | The Collection |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| I’ve been asking where you are | |
| They say you frequent liquor stores | |
| And make them water out of wine | |
| Get them drunk on holy vines | |
| Living water seems to pour | |
| On me until I don’t want more | |
| Holy tongues and tongues of fire | |
| Holy gossip through telephone | |
| We just sit here skipping stones | |
| Trying to walk on water some | |
| I can’t seem to calm a sea | |
| Much less my emotional self-deceiving | |
| I’ve been seeing snakes sprout legs | |
| Offering us our souls instead | |
| Grace has made me free from sin | |
| Sounds like such a good bargain | |
| I’m too tired, let’s say we’re done | |
| We can say we had a good run | |
| Father, healer, take our place | |
| Even if we’re last running the race | |
| And I don’t want to catch my breath | |
| Burning like a cigarette | |
| But heaven knows where hell belongs | |
| For those of us who’s noses grow too long | |
| But you must be tired of skipping stones | |
| Hoping that they’ll come back up | |
| And I just want to be your own | |
| And drown beneath your love | |
| Jesus stands above my grave | |
| With a look of pity on his face | |
| And said, “I know you better now | |
| Than I did before, and you’re prettier” | |
| But every time I roll the dice | |
| I never get the same thing twice | |
| And playing’s become such a bore | |
| I pick the words that I want to ignore | |
| Like the ones you’re saying now | |
| That say I can’t become too proud | |
| I’ll pick the ones that sound like love | |
| ‘cause they must have come from heaven | |
| Yeah, they must’ve come from heaven above | |
| Yeah, they must’ve come from heaven above | |
| Yeah, they must have come from heaven above |
| I' ve been asking where you are | |
| They say you frequent liquor stores | |
| And make them water out of wine | |
| Get them drunk on holy vines | |
| Living water seems to pour | |
| On me until I don' t want more | |
| Holy tongues and tongues of fire | |
| Holy gossip through telephone | |
| We just sit here skipping stones | |
| Trying to walk on water some | |
| I can' t seem to calm a sea | |
| Much less my emotional selfdeceiving | |
| I' ve been seeing snakes sprout legs | |
| Offering us our souls instead | |
| Grace has made me free from sin | |
| Sounds like such a good bargain | |
| I' m too tired, let' s say we' re done | |
| We can say we had a good run | |
| Father, healer, take our place | |
| Even if we' re last running the race | |
| And I don' t want to catch my breath | |
| Burning like a cigarette | |
| But heaven knows where hell belongs | |
| For those of us who' s noses grow too long | |
| But you must be tired of skipping stones | |
| Hoping that they' ll come back up | |
| And I just want to be your own | |
| And drown beneath your love | |
| Jesus stands above my grave | |
| With a look of pity on his face | |
| And said, " I know you better now | |
| Than I did before, and you' re prettier" | |
| But every time I roll the dice | |
| I never get the same thing twice | |
| And playing' s become such a bore | |
| I pick the words that I want to ignore | |
| Like the ones you' re saying now | |
| That say I can' t become too proud | |
| I' ll pick the ones that sound like love | |
| ' cause they must have come from heaven | |
| Yeah, they must' ve come from heaven above | |
| Yeah, they must' ve come from heaven above | |
| Yeah, they must have come from heaven above |
| I' ve been asking where you are | |
| They say you frequent liquor stores | |
| And make them water out of wine | |
| Get them drunk on holy vines | |
| Living water seems to pour | |
| On me until I don' t want more | |
| Holy tongues and tongues of fire | |
| Holy gossip through telephone | |
| We just sit here skipping stones | |
| Trying to walk on water some | |
| I can' t seem to calm a sea | |
| Much less my emotional selfdeceiving | |
| I' ve been seeing snakes sprout legs | |
| Offering us our souls instead | |
| Grace has made me free from sin | |
| Sounds like such a good bargain | |
| I' m too tired, let' s say we' re done | |
| We can say we had a good run | |
| Father, healer, take our place | |
| Even if we' re last running the race | |
| And I don' t want to catch my breath | |
| Burning like a cigarette | |
| But heaven knows where hell belongs | |
| For those of us who' s noses grow too long | |
| But you must be tired of skipping stones | |
| Hoping that they' ll come back up | |
| And I just want to be your own | |
| And drown beneath your love | |
| Jesus stands above my grave | |
| With a look of pity on his face | |
| And said, " I know you better now | |
| Than I did before, and you' re prettier" | |
| But every time I roll the dice | |
| I never get the same thing twice | |
| And playing' s become such a bore | |
| I pick the words that I want to ignore | |
| Like the ones you' re saying now | |
| That say I can' t become too proud | |
| I' ll pick the ones that sound like love | |
| ' cause they must have come from heaven | |
| Yeah, they must' ve come from heaven above | |
| Yeah, they must' ve come from heaven above | |
| Yeah, they must have come from heaven above |