If only I were stone,
if only I were stone,
if only I were stone,
if only I were stone,
if only I were stone,
if only I were stone,
Lying always at your door,
Lying always at your door,
No complaint upon my lips,
If only I were stone,
If only I were stone.
Upon my chest, the imprint of your feet,
Falling, ever falling,
Upon my chest, the imprint of your feet,
Falling, ever falling,
Fulfilled would be my deepest wish,
And all my wounds would heal,
And all my wounds would heal.
This dream-like state,
This dream-like state,
Would be my fate,
If only I were stone,
If only I were stone.
Lying always at your door,
Lying always at your door,
No complaint upon my lips,
Would be, would be, would be,
If only I were stone,
If only I were stone.
If dreams were not,
What cause would there be for dreams to shatter?
If dreams were not,
What cause would there be for dreams to shatter?
Why would the scorn of strangers sting?
And what would your love even be?
And what would your love even be?
Then your grace, your cruelties, your woes,
Then your grace, your cruelties, your woes,
All would be the same,
If only I were stone,
If only I were stone.
Lying always at your door,
Lying always at your door,
No complaint upon my lips,
If only I were stone,
If only I were stone,
If only I were stone,
If only I were stone.
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