Throwing Stones

Here it comes, a love storm,

I've got a hole in my heart.

And here it comes in a different form,

I've got a stone in my shoe.

And I don't know what to do.

In a car, too drunk to drive,

I've got a cold running through.

I'll soon be there, not very far,

I've got a dream coming true.

But I don't know what to do.

Throwing stones, they're rolling home.

If you think I'm slowing down,

if you think I'm slowing down,

I'm not slowing down.

Am I right, can you tell?

Is there a punishment I have to go through?

I see it there in front of me.

Is is true or is someone just being cruel?

I don't know what to do.

Here it comes, a love storm.

Throwing stones, they're rolling home.

If you think I'm slowing down,

if you think I'm slowing down,

no, I'm not slowing down.

I'm not slowing down.