Sticks 'n' Stones Lyrics

I'm bruised by the early morning,
I hear the whole house breathing

Footsteps in empty hallways fall to the sound of leaving
Inch marks on doorframes
And thumbprints on window frames
Ghosts of hereafter

Kitchen walls pock marked
With shadows of blue tack
And riddled with laughter
Scars where the bed stood
And names scored on old wood
And dreams in the rafters

Secrets in timbers
And tears spilled on red bills
And hopes in the plasterboard
Out in the world of numbers
One door doesn't count at all

It's just sticks n stones (and our dreams in the rafters)
It's just sticks n stones our hopes in the plasterboard)
It's just sticks n stones (and our dreams in the rafters)
It's just sticks n stones our hopes in the plasterboard)
It's just sticks n stones (and our dreams in the rafters)
It's just sticks n stones
And our stories