Stones and Flints
You're every line, You’re every word, You’re everything. In this foolish life, and through these foolish times It's has to be you that make me sing. You're a falling star; You’re the getaway car. You're the line in the sand Before I get too far. You're the deep blue sea, on an August day. And you're the perfect thing to say. And you play you're shy, but it's kinda cute. When you smile at me you know exactly what you do. Baby don't pretend that you don't know it's true. ’Cause you can see it when I look at you. You're a carousel,