Sticks And Stones - Molly Johnson

Sticks and stones — Baby we just gotta part

Sticks and stones — How we gonna work it?

You’ve got sticks and I’ve got stones

Sometimes it’s hard to see

Through all the trees, the birds and bees

Yeah all those things

It can be a little grey, in your world some days

Wanna see the sun break through again

Well let me spell it out

The times they’ve changed

Don’t stay the same, it’s what its all about

So you take a few words

To twist then shout

Free at last, of this there is no doubt