Woorden: Raconteurs. Consolers Of The Lonely. These Stones Will Shout.

Well, you've impressed me so completely
I start obsessing to hear from you
Whatever you do, you do sweetly
It takes a lot to not take from you

You're not secure enough to tell me
Your first impression of all these clowns
So you'll be tricky enough to compel me
To take the lead and to speak out loud, yeah, ooh yeah

Speak to me and don't speak softly
Talk to me and let me know
Grab hold of my shoulder and tell me
And grab hold and do not let go
Grab hold and do not let go

And if you find yourself repeating
Some of those incoherent sounds
Just talking to yourself is cheating
You might as well stick your head in the ground, ooh yeah, oh

Speak to me and don't speak softly
Talk to me and let me know
Grab hold of my shoulder and tell me
And grab hold and do not let go
Grab hold and do not let go

I feel compelled to just yell out for you
To say the words that you can't bring out
But I cannot do everything for you
And if I don't then these stones will shout
Yeah, if I don't then these stones will shout
Well, if I don't then these stones will shout

So if I were to just lay in silence
And see if you would take control
The stones below me would make me combat them
And they would wrestle me, pester me
Mess with me, just trying to free your soul

Speak to me and don't speak softly
Talk to me and let me know
Grab hold of my shoulder and tell me
Grab hold and do not let go

Speak to me and don't speak softly
Talk to me and let me know
Grab hold of my shoulder and tell me
Grab hold and do not let go

Grab hold and do not let go
Grab hold and do not let go
Grab hold and do not let go