Sticks And Stones

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