Turning Stones

Some nights I read by the moon
But the sun always comes up too soon
Sometimes I read by the sky
But the daylight leaves a cloud in my eye

A candle in my hand
I can see to touch the land
Where it is written in bones
The truth we learn by turning stones

Turning stones
Turning stones
The truth we learn by turning stones
Turning stones
Turning stones
The truth we learn by turning stones
Turning stones
Turning stones
The truth we learn by turning stones
Turning stones
Turning stones
The truth we learn by turning stones
Turning stones
Turning stones

Turning stones...