Stones

Who is perfect?

Who's never done anything wrong?

All our lines are defect

Everybody is on their own

Who is faultless?

Who's never stumbled in their shoes?

We've learned from our mistakes

Even my ego has got a bruise

Who are you?

To throw all these stones

Take a look at yourself

And break your own bones

Who is complete?

Who's got a perfect figure?

Reality squeaks

There's a second side to the picture

Who knows the whole truth?

Who knows what's wrong and right

Only one thing I know for sure

Only God should speak tonight

Who are you?

To throw all these stones

Take a look at yourself

And break your own bones

I spent my youth

Bending every truth

I made her cry

When I said goodbye

I wouldn't change sides

I was stuck in my pride

I've thrown a lot of stones

I'm left with broken bones