I carry with me a little stone

With blood red insides, so close and unknown

I run my fingers along the cracks

Stresses to fissures to fractured glass

Its little body once was red

Molten and pliable, flow and ebb

Held by the crucible, melted down

Cooler to the touch now that it's on the ground

Will the surfaces shine? Like facets of a gemstone

Or will all of your time have been wasted

A miner selling fool's gold

I can't light myself on fire just to keep from being cold

I can't be with you forever just so we're not lonely when we're old

Shiny diamonds have hard edges and the cracks are filled with gold

I couldn't love you any more, my confessions have been told

Cracks are filled with gold

Cracks are filled with gold

Cracks are filled with gold