Okkervil River - A stone

Hot^A breath, rough skin warm laughs,^D and smiling, the lovliest^F#m words whispered and^E meant you lik^De all these things.

But though you like ^Eall these things you love a ^Astone. You love a ^Dstone, because it'^Es smooth and i^Bmt's cold. And you'd love ^F#mmost to be t^Eold that it's all you^Dr own.

You love white^A veins, you love hard ^Egrey, the heaviest ^Bmweight, the clum^Dsiest shape, the eart^F#mhiest smell, the holl^Eowest tone you lo^Dve a stone.

And I'm found too ^Afast, called too fond of flames, and then I'm phoning my ^Dfriends, and then I'm shouldering the blame, while you're picking ^F#mpebbles out of the ^Edrain, miles ^Dago. You're out singing ^Asongs, and I'm down shouting names at the flickerless ^Dscreen, going fucking insane. Am I losi^F#mng my cool, overstating my ^Ecase' Well, baby what ^Dcan I say'

You know I ^Enever claimed that I was a ^Astone. And you love a ^Dstone. You love white ^F#mveins, you love hard ^Egrey, the heaviest ^Bmweight, the clumsiest ^Dshape, the earthiest ^F#msmell, the hollowest ^Etone you love ^Da stone.

You love a ^Dstone, because it's ^Edark and it's ^Bmold and if it could ^F#mstart being ^Ealive you'd stop living^D alone.

And I think I beli^Aeve that if stones could ^Edream they'd dream of being ^Bmlaid side-by-side piece-by-^Dpiece and turned into a ^F#mcastle for some towering ^Equeen they're unable to ^Dknow.

And when that queen's ^Adaughter came of ^Eage, I think she'd be ^Bmlovely and stubborn and ^Dbrave, and suitors would ^F#mjourney from kingdoms^E away just to make themsel^Dves known.

And I think that I ^Aknow the bitter dism^Eay of a lover who b^Bmrought fresh brouquets every d^Day when she turned him ^F#maway to remember some ^Eknave who once g^Dave just one rose, one d^Aay, years ago.