(calling your names) Away from the games (fucking head games) The circumstances of a world so cold Away from the name Away from the stones stones (throw throw sticks and and stones) 'Cause I'm through mending the wounds of us Away from the space

(calling your names) Away from the games (fucking head games) The circumstances of a world so cold Away from the name Away from the stones stones (throw throw sticks and and stones) 'Cause I'm through mending the wounds of us Away from the space

So keep on throwing your sticks sticks and stones stones I'd rather fight with you all night Than never have you in my life I can't bear to let you go I can't bear to let, bear to let you go Oh you left a hole in me But I don't cut easily I'm only just holding up, on

So give me the hard stuff The kind that makes you real 'Cause I want the hard stuff When they're throwin' sticks and and stones I'm never gonna give you up I'll be there when the storm comes We can cut each other to the bone Yeah I want the hard stuff (hard