Okkervil River

Hot breath, rough skin
warm laughs, and smiling,
the lovliest 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.
Bridge: G D Am Cadd9
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 fucking 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.
Bridge: G D Am Cadd9 (x2) G
You love a stone,
because it's dark
and it's old
and if it could start
being alive
you'd stop living alone.
(quieter, don't strum as much)
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
just to make themselves known.
And I think that I know
the bitter dismay
of a lover who brought
fresh brouquets every day
when she turned him away
to remember some knave
who once gave just one rose, one day, years ago.
The end:
G D Am Cadd9 X4