Rolled stones and super glue
That which was mine
Now belongs to you
What belongs to you,
We can see,
Will not ever belong to me
So if we ask
Whom is who
Is me or you the super glue?
If a rolled stone could be stopped
By mere super glue
Then surely the glue is you
But if the rolled stone goes
For a distance no one knows
Then I am the super glue
