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