Precious Kinda Stone

Do you love me?

Are you free to be who you truly are?

Am I what you want?

Your love was a precious kind of stone, the only one I've found.

I thought we'd work together 'til we're old.

I wonder 'bout that now. . .

Feels like we're saying goodbye.

We're running circles with tears in my eyes. Am I, am I, am I?

Questions are the stone.

Questions are the stone. Questions are the stone. Questions are the stone.

Questions are the stone. Questions are the stone. Questions are the stone.

Questions are the -stone. -I'm craving your attention.

Attempt to carve me out of hurt.

My view of us is reflecting all my shame and all your hurt.

You see right past me, when all I see is you.

When anybody asks me, I hide away our truth.

Feels like we're saying goodbye.

We're running circles with tears in my eyes. Am I, am I, am

I?

Questions are the stone. Questions are the stone. Questions are the stone.

Questions are the stone. Questions are the stone. Questions are the stone. Questions are the stone.

Questions are the stone.