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Stones Across The Lake

from Cheers, Sound, Good Luck by Son of the Hound

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If you think growing up is tough
Staying young is tougher
The days are long and
The nights are getting rougher

The rain beats down like a marching band
You’re too afraid to make a stand
The kids that shaped you
Might laugh when you do

Feels like years ago
We pitched tents in muddy fields
Through sleeping bags and foggy drags
Planned out what we’d be

Nothing could ever match
How little it used to take
To skip through life like
Stones across the lake

Empty guilt is nothing new
It’s your cross to bear your country’s too
The mark by which
They’ll nail you to your craft

If you could choose to live like this
The other being ignorant bliss
We both know which
Would make you feel alive

Light pockets weigh heavy
Dockets they don’t come through
Tried calling twice you were working nights
It’s just what you gotta do

Nothing could ever match
How little it used to take
To skip through life like
Stones across the lake

I see you lonely in the crowd
Throw your drink back as the music plays so loud
Tell me are you having fun
Or when your own do the tears start to run

You once said before we’re dead
A parody of our best selves
Would march our bodies
Sadly to our graves

Don’t tell them our secret
Tell them we’re doing fine
Living life below the radar
Moving on down the line

And when they get the chance
They’ll ask what does it take
To skip through life like
Stones across the lake

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from Cheers, Sound, Good Luck, released February 4, 2019

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Son of the Hound Belfast, UK

I was born with a silver spoon lodged in my throat. The doctors have no idea how it got there and it was a struggle to get out. They successfully removed it, but took all gravitas from my voice when they did. It was when I saw my beloved spoon, the spoon that that I'd had since birth, thrown into the bin with the half chewed umbilical cord that I knew I wanted to be a singer. ... more

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