Stone

You used to be the best of me
 You were the only one
 I watched you walk your life when all I did was run
 You put me on a throne and left me all alone
 Watched me turn to stone
 Some sweet lovers song is what I used to sing
 Songs from the book of love, we laughed at everything
 We gave them may to may, we gave them light and day
 Now who can say what goes, nothing left but stone
 Stone, nothing left but stone
 At first he leaves this, autumns in the air
 Whats left of love is dangling somewhere
 Should we cherish it and treat it with respect
 Hanging round so long there aint nothing left
 Sweet lovers song we washed away the dirt
 Songs from the book of love but here I ever heard
 We gave them may to may, we gave them night and day
 Now who can say what goes, nothing left but stone
 Stone (aint nothing left but stone)
 Should we go our seperate ways or give this one more try
 What is there left to build on when love's foundation dies
 whoo oh ohh
 Seems like we could work this out, last time I checked we'd grown
 Take your icy hand and press it on this heart of stone, stone
 To be loved (to be loved) to be loving
 Isn't it what you make it
 Isn't it when 2 people give more than they're taking
 Isn't it when no one man deserves a saviour
 That a man comes, running with the only hand that can save her
 Lives are special things we thrive on being told
 But you can feel the heat even in the cold
 It's better than growing old, nothing left but stone
 Stone, nothing left but stone
 Stone, seems like we can work this out