My face lays firmly pressed
Against the window of some strangers house
Hoping to feel the love that occurs
Between two spouse
The violent screaming and fighting
The children crying
As the light from the television flickers
Keeping it warm and inviting
My hand holds a cold, cold stone found hidden beneath the grass
Now I'm pressed against my window
Watching as they cut themselves cleaning up the glass

Twenty seven years old and I live all alone
Knowing full well I'll never marry or have children of my own
And I keep the world at bay with all the...
And I keep the world at bay with all the stones I throw

At twenty seven years old I live all alone
Knowing full well I'll never marry or have children of my own
Well what else can you do when what you know of love stops loving you?
And what else can you do when what you know of life ups and dies on you?
And what else can you do when your blood beats and betrays you?
And what else can you do when you can't even face you?

I keep the world at bay with all the stones I throw
I keep the world at bay with all the stones I throw
I keep the world at bay with all the stones I throw
I keep the world at bay with all the stones I throw
I keep the world at bay with all the stones I throw
I keep the world at bay with all the stones I throw