A Stone

  G
Hot breath, rough skin
            Cadd9
warm laughs, and smiling,
            Em
the lovliest words
             D
whispered and meant
       Cadd9
you like all these things.


                    D
But though you like all these things
           G
you love a stone.
           Cadd9
You love a stone,
           D             Am
because it's smooth and it's cold.
               Em
And you'd love most
       D
to be told
                 Cadd9
that it's all your own.



              G
You love white veins,
              D
you love hard grey,
             Am
the heaviest weight,
                Cadd9
the clumsiest shape,
                Em
the earthiest smell,
                D
the hollowest tone
                Cadd9
you love a stone.



Bridge: G  D  Am  Cadd9


                  G
And I'm found too fast,
called too fond of flames,
                        Cadd9
and then I'm phoning my friends,
and then I'm shouldering the blame,
                     Em
while you're picking pebbles
           D
out of the drain,
Continúa después del anuncio
      Cadd9
miles ago.


                   G
You're out singing songs,
and I'm down shouting names
                   Cadd9
at the flickerless screen,
going fucking insane.
                Em
Am I losing my cool,
               D
overstating my case?
                Cadd9
Well, baby what can I say?



           D
You know I never claimed
             G
that I was a stone.
               Cadd9
And you love a stone.
              G
You love white veins,
              D
you love hard grey,
             Am
the heaviest weight,
              Cadd9
the clumsiest shape,
              Em
the earthiest smell,
              D
the hollowest tone
         Cadd9
you love a stone.



Bridge: G D Am Cadd9 (x2) G



           Cadd9
You love a stone,
             D
because it's dark
         Am
and it's old
                Em
and if it could start
      D
being alive
                 Cadd9
you'd stop living alone.

(quieter, don't strum as much)
                  G
And I think I believe
                     D
that if stones could dream
                      Am
they'd dream of being laid
                      Cadd9
side-by-side piece-by-piece
                  Em
and turned into a castle
                  D
for some towering queen
                  Cadd9
they're unable to know.



                      G
And when that queen's daughter
        D
came of age,
                 Am
I think she'd be lovely
                 Cadd9
and stubborn and brave,
                  Em
and suitors would journey
             D
from kingdoms away
                    Cadd9
just to make themselves known.



                   G
And I think that I know
               D
the bitter dismay
                Am
of a lover who brought
                       Cadd9
fresh brouquets every day
                    Em
when she turned him away
                 D
to remember some knave
                        Cadd9
who once gave just one rose, one 
day, years ago.

The end:

G D Am Cadd9 X4