Okkervil River - A Stone lyrics

Hot breath

rought skin,

warm laughs and smiling,

the lovliest 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

just to make themselves known.

And I think that I know the bitter dismay of a lover who brought

fresh brouquets every day

when she turned him away

to remember some knave

who once gave

just one rose, one day, years ago.