Texty:
Kreviazuk Chantal Under These Rocks And Stones

got a big boot And he's got a big hand And he's got a big fist To put me down He's got a big mouth And he's got big words And he's got a big knife To

to me Don't be good, though you should That won't work for me Waiting and wondering, waiting and wondering Wondering where did I go wrong They're waiting and wondering Waiting and wondering, wondering Waiting and

you still have grace? Mercy, mercy To keep kissing my face Even though I am wrong, oh wrong Please don't go without you I am weak Find myself drinking and sinking and

where he's been or who he knows You know you can't be too careful these days Well I do want to be helpful Whoa but it's cold and I'm told he might just

I'm smellin' dead flowers And listenin' to the walls again I'm drinkin' from a leaky faucet And writin' with this dried up pen Wish I still had my imaginary friend And

Until then, wait for me You made me feel as fresh as flowers Under these rocks and stones Wayne wait for me And take me up in your hot-air balloon And

didn't quite cross the finish line Actions without love It never really crossed his mind He sure got the accent down And he sure can swoon the ladies And

I would I would I ... I would I would I would I would I ... Yeah I would rather disagree Yeah I would rather disagree Do you see yourself inside of me And

You bring me To the natural truth You take me To the solid hollow And keep me sailing This ocean of youth That's why you're toast and jam And you are