CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Stepping Stone
Ain't nothing but a stepping stone
You got years and years to go
When you stay up for a classic thrill
As you look out disappointed on the window sill
Well, "Thought that there'd be more"
She said to me, with tears streaming down her face
Have you found your place?
Have you found that place?
Have you found your...?
Ain't nothing but some shoot up faith
You tap two on the crest of your veins
Now you're waving down some mighty hand
As you wander through the promise of some promised land
Is there paradise right here in my coffee cup?
On the porch in a gentle breeze?
Have you found your peace?
Count the marks on the dollar tree
Catching leaves to fill the space
Have you found your place?
Why is my room filled with things I don't need?
Books I don't read anymore?
When I sit and I soak up the light from my screen
With so much to see, I've never felt so bored
Why is my head filled with thoughts I don't think?
sh*t that leaves me on the floor?
But I'm staying inside as I soak up that glow
With so many highs, I've never felt so low
So tell me what's your secret sauce
A tattoo or a gin on the rocks
When we've all got our prescriptions to fill
Tell me, honey, do you find yours in a pew or a pill?
And you thought that you'd feel warm, in a blanket
That's wrapped up inside your brain
Have you found your place?
You got years and years to go
When you stay up for a classic thrill
As you look out disappointed on the window sill
Well, "Thought that there'd be more"
She said to me, with tears streaming down her face
Have you found your place?
Have you found that place?
Have you found your...?
Ain't nothing but some shoot up faith
You tap two on the crest of your veins
Now you're waving down some mighty hand
As you wander through the promise of some promised land
Is there paradise right here in my coffee cup?
On the porch in a gentle breeze?
Have you found your peace?
Count the marks on the dollar tree
Catching leaves to fill the space
Have you found your place?
Why is my room filled with things I don't need?
Books I don't read anymore?
When I sit and I soak up the light from my screen
With so much to see, I've never felt so bored
Why is my head filled with thoughts I don't think?
sh*t that leaves me on the floor?
But I'm staying inside as I soak up that glow
With so many highs, I've never felt so low
So tell me what's your secret sauce
A tattoo or a gin on the rocks
When we've all got our prescriptions to fill
Tell me, honey, do you find yours in a pew or a pill?
And you thought that you'd feel warm, in a blanket
That's wrapped up inside your brain
Have you found your place?
