Sticks 'n' Stones Lyrics

Karine Polwart Sticks 'n' Stones

I'm bruised by the early morning, I hear the whole house breathing

Footsteps in empty hallways fall to the sound of leaving

Inch marks on doorframes And thumbprints on window frames Ghosts of hereafter

Kitchen walls pock marked With shadows of blue tack And riddled with laughter

Scars where the bed stood And names scored on old wood And dreams in the rafters

Secrets in timbers And tears spilled on red bills And hopes in the plasterboard

Out in the world of numbers One door doesn't count at all

It's just sticks n stones (and our dreams in the rafters) It's just sticks n stones our hopes in the plasterboard) It's just sticks n stones (and our dreams in the rafters) It's just sticks n stones our hopes in the plasterboard) It's just sticks n stones (and our dreams in the rafters) It's just sticks n stones And our stories