A Stone Lyrics

A Stone lyrics

Hot breath, rough skin, warm laughs and smiling, the loveliest words whispered
and meant - you like all these things. But, though you like all these things,
you love a stone. You love a stone, because it’s smooth and it’s
cold. And you’d love most to be told that it’s all your own. You
love white veins, you love hard grey, the heaviest weight, the clumsiest shape,
the earthiest smell, the hollowest tone - you love a stone. And I’m found
too fast, called too fond of flames, and then I’m phoning my friends, and
then I’m shouldering the blame, while you’re picking pebbles out
of the drain, miles ago. You’re out singing songs, and I’m down
shouting names at the flickerless screen, going fucking insane. Am I losing my
cool, overstating my case? Well, baby, what can I say? You know I never claimed
that I was a stone. And you love a stone. You love white veins, you love hard
grey, the heaviest weight, the clumsiest shape, the earthiest smell, the
hollowest tone - you love a stone. You love a stone, because it’s dark,
and it’s old, and if it could start being alive you’d stop living
alone. And I think I believe that, if stones could dream, they’d dream of
being laid side-by-side, piece-by-piece, and turned into a castle for some
towering queen they’re unable to know. And when that queen’s
daughter came of age, I think she’d be lovely and stubborn and brave,
and suitors would journey from kingdoms away to make themselves known. And I
think that I know the bitter dismay of a lover who brought fresh bouquets every
day when she turned him away to remember some knave who once gave just one rose,
one day, year