What if I'm made of stone? Feeling is not a system Nervous, I’m caught in your home Hoping I'm over thinking I should be feeling more Draped over your bones Paint colors up the walls To spread our inspirations You are the likely cause Of what will be my demise
Oh it's not surprising Just inconvenient To play no part in All of the instruments Seem to be sounding out “It's premature”
I think I'm made of stone I should be feeling more
Love It's just face painting Love It's just easing, awaiting Before Dying without company
I think I'm made of stone I think we are all Built out of memories Built out of seams Structures of whispers Pass through our veins Laid out on screens Show our tiny heads You'll find love, kid, it exists
