Stone (feat. Matt Hylom)

Always gone, she's counting on

The same old ways to live her life

Thoughts spin on

Her open arms take hold of anything she finds

She says she's had enough so she's giving up the war

She said it's not enough so she's looking our for more

'Cause maybe the dying tree will blossom in the rain

And maybe at 23, she'll find a life again

Maybe all our dreams will be carved in stone

Maybe all our dream will bring life to our bones again

She raises doubts

Of pathways out from worries that linger in her mind

Without a sound

She wanders 'round and come seek what answers she can find

'Cause maybe the refugee will throw away his chains

And maybe her empty sleeve will wear her heart again

Maybe all our dreams will be carved in stone

Maybe all our dreams will bring life to our bones again