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G
breath, rough skin, warm 
Cadd9
laughs and smiling,
  
the loveliest 
Em
words whispered and 
D
meant —
  
you like 
Cadd9
all these things.
  
But, though you like 
D
all these things, you love a 
G
stone.
  
You love a
Cadd9
 stone, because it’s 
D
smooth and it’s 
Am
cold.
  
And you’d love 
Em
most to be 
D
told that it’s all your 
Cadd9
own.
Chorus:
  
You love white 
G
veins, you love hard 
D
grey,
  
the heaviest 
Am
weight, the clumsiest 
Cadd9
shape,
  
the earthiest 
Em
smell, the hollowest 
D
tone —
  
you love a 
Cadd9
stone.
G D Am Cadd9
  
And I’m found too 
G
fast, called too fond of flames,
  
and then I’m phoning my 
Cadd9
friends, and then I’m shouldering the blame,
  
while you’re picking 
Em
pebbles out of the 
D
drain, miles 
Cadd9
ago.
  
You’re out singing 
G
songs, and I’m down shouting names
  
at the flickerless 
Cadd9
screen, going fucking insane.
  
Am I losing my 
Em
cool, overstating my
D
 case?
  
Well, baby, what 
Cadd9
can I say? You know I 
D
never claimed
  
that I was a 
G
stone. And you love a 
Cadd9
stone.
  
You love white 
G
veins, you love hard 
D
grey,
  
the heaviest 
Am
weight, the clumsiest 
Cadd9
shape,
  
the earthiest 
Em
smell, the hollowest 
D
tone —
  
you love a 
Cadd9
stone.
G D Am Cadd9
G D Am Cadd9
G
  
You love a 
Cadd9
stone, because it’s 
D
dark, and it’s 
Am
old,
  
and if it could 
Em
start being 
D
alive you’d stop living 
Cadd9
alone.
  
And I think I 
G
believe that, if stones could 
D
dream,
  
they’d dream of being 
Am
laid side-by-side, piece-by-
Cadd9
piece,
  
and turned into a 
Em
castle for some towering 
D
queen they’re unable to 
Cadd9
know.
  
And when that queen’s 
G
daughter came of 
D
age,
  
I think she’d be 
Am
lovely and stubborn and 
Cadd9
brave,
  
and suitors would 
Em
journey from kingdoms 
D
away
  
just to make themselves 
Cadd9
known.
  
And I think that I 
G
know the bitter dis
D
may
  
of a lover who 
Am
brought fresh bouquets every 
Cadd9
day
  
when she turned him 
Em
away to remember some 
D
knave
  
who once gave just one 
Cadd9
rose, one day, years 
G
ago.
D Am Cadd9
G D Am Cadd9
G D Am Cadd9
G
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tabs/a_stone.txt · Last modified: 2015/01/30 01:13 by antdos