A Stone - Okkervil River

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 f**king 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 years ago