Lyrics

I hear the beat of the drums
The tap of the snares
The sticks and stones
That loom in the air

I see the jets in the sky
The clouds up on high
The glint in your hair
The stars in your eyes

Sticks and stones
Sticks and stones

I feel the smoothness of flesh
The texture of your dress
The shape of your hands
As they fashion this man

I taste the salt on your skin
Your perfume in the wind
The lipstick on your lips
And your colorful kiss

Sticks and stones
Sticks and stones

I speak the words of your praise
For days and days
And sing of your beauty
In infinite ways

I pray to my God
?Cause I?ve fallen so hard
It?s out of my hands
You hold all the cards

Sticks and stones
Sticks and stones

I buy you a ring
Get down on my knee
I ask for your hand
You make me a man

I know I can say
You belong to me
I?m the proudest man
There can ever be

Sticks and stones
Sticks and stones

I hear the beat of the drums
The tap of the snares
The sticks and stones
That loom in the air

Sticks and stones (Fade Out)