Thowing Stones

Throwing stones in the loch the sun is falling,
we can't pay the rent but still we're smiling.
Happy because we are in Scotland.
I'm not wrong we stayed there.

The sky's our ceiling, the loch's still and quite.
Even sometimes it seems to say us something.
I think we had a good time,
we head south, we go home.

Throwing stones, throwing stones.

Now the clouds come down to embrace the heroes,
breath them in cos they're coming down the meadows.
Throwing stones in the loch,
I'm not wrong, I was there... throwing stones

Throwing stones
Ooooh!