Walk on the rocks
Yeah, sonny
And take all this ocean
And
Wander asleep
In slumber
Break all these branches
And
I'm leaves and sticks
Smooth
Try not to let the fire go
Woken and washed
By the clueless
As open and empty
Poor little rocks
Spurs aggressive
As stuck to I got shoes
I'm leaves to pick
And rocks to throw
Try not to let the fire go