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