Sticks and stones may break my soul
But words will be the death of me
If you still insist that I cannot see
You must be blind

I wish you were mine
But we’re out of time
The hill we will climb will stay

Skulls and bones may dry alone
But worms will be the death of you
If you still believe your old point of view
You shouldn’t whine

I wish you were mine
But we’re out of time
The hill we will climb will stay

I wish you were mine
But we’re out of time
The hill we will climb will stay