A Stone-Okkervil River

[ti:A Stone] [ar:Okkervil River] [al:Black Sheep Boy] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.77]Hot breath [00:02.33] [00:03.33]Rough skin [00:04.65] [00:05.71]Warm laughs and smiling [00:09.34] [00:10.21]The loveliest words whispered and meant [00:14.96] [00:15.84]You like all these things [00:19.40] [00:25.84]But though you like all these things [00:29.72] [00:31.03]You love a stone [00:33.59] [00:36.16]You love a stone [00:38.41] [00:41.33]Because it's smooth and it's cold [00:49.83] [00:51.52]And you'd love most to be told that it's all your own [00:58.90] [01:01.71]You love white veins [01:04.09]You love hard grey [01:06.27]The heaviest weight [01:08.84]The clumsiest shape [01:11.02] [01:11.59]The earthiest smell [01:13.96]The hollowest tone you love a stone [01:19.28] [01:33.36]And I'm found too fast [01:34.30]Called too fond of flames [01:36.30]And then I'm phoning my friends [01:38.74]And then I'm shouldering the blame [01:41.18]While you're picking pebbles out of the drain miles ago [01:49.06] [01:51.31]You're out singing songs [01:53.50]And I'm down shouting names [01:55.81]At the flickerless screen going f**king insane [02:00.75]Am I losing my cool overstating my case [02:05.62]Well baby what can I say [02:08.94] [02:11.13]You know I never claimed that I was a stone [02:18.56] [02:20.75]And you love a stone [02:23.37] [02:25.75]You love white veins [02:27.50] [02:28.13]You love hard grey [02:30.25]The heaviest weight [02:32.69]The clumsiest shape [02:35.13]The earthiest smell [02:37.57]The hollowest tone you love a stone [02:43.05] [03:10.82]You love a stone [03:11.95] [03:14.20]Because it's dark [03:16.20] [03:19.26]And it's old and if it could start being alive [03:27.95]You'd stop living alone [03:31.20] [03:33.33]And I think I believe that [03:35.95]If stones could dream [03:37.95]They'd dream of being laid side-by-side [03:41.52]Piece-by-piece [03:43.02]And turned into a castle [03:45.27]For some towering queen they're unable to know [03:50.21] [03:53.00]And when that queen's daughter came of age [03:57.00] [03:57.63]I think she'd be lovely and stubborn and brave [04:02.51]And suitors would journey from kingdoms away [04:07.32]To make themselves known [04:10.45] [04:12.45]And I think that I know the bitter dismay [04:17.26]Of a lover who brought fresh bouquets every day [04:22.14]When she turned him away to remember some knave [04:27.07]Who once gave just one rose one day years ago