The Stuff of Stones

Dancing on a web
Of fragile life, of ancient dead
What can I do to make it better?

A blanket thick of white
That someone laid out overnight
I guess I should grab a sweater

Barren deserts rule
This cruel oasis by the pool
'Cause we'll all be getting wetter
My friend
But then

I'm the stuff of stones
I got the Earth within my bones
But a part of me
Still bleeds

Water running red
Am I a fountain of the Dead?
Oh! Return to Earth
My grief!

The beating heart of man
Stuck in red Campbell's Soup cans
Are we at least allowed to laugh yet?

Humor's bitter truth
Pries us awake, but what's the use?
This whole world is built to forget

The heart-break tale of us
Piles of the damn'd ground down to dust
Unbelievable and yet
The debt's
Unmet...

I'm the stuff of stones
I got the Earth within my bones
But a part of me
Still bleeds

Water running red
Am I a fountain of the Dead?
Oh! Return to Earth
My grief!

But I know what to do
I'll just change the tune...

Trumpets blaring out loud
As I'm living it
Standing humbled and proud
As I'm giving in
A blade of grass can astound
If I'm listening
To you, my love

Trumpets blaring out loud
As I'm living it
Standing humbled and proud
As I'm giving in
A blade of grass can astound
If I'm listening
To you, my love

Falling down
Can ground
My wearied mind
I shout but doubt
The deaf and blind
Will hear

I'm the stuff of poems
I use these words to build a home
So the heart of me can need

A daughter in my bed
Free me of notions to which I'm wed
Oh! We'll burn, we'll birth The seeds

I'm the stuff of stones
I got the Earth within my bones
But a part of me
Still bleeds

Water running red
Am I a fountain of the Dead?
Oh! Return to Earth
My grief!



Credits
Writer(s): Heavy Meadow
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