Made Of Stone

What if I'm made of stone? Feeling is not a system Nervous I'm caught in a hold Hoping I'm over thinking I should be feeling more Draped over your bones Paint colours 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 the waiting Before dying without company

I think I'm made of stone I think we are all Built out of memory Built out of scenes Structures of whispers Pass through our veins Laid out on screens Show our tiny heads ''You'll find love kid, it exists''