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