The Stone

Thanks for the stone, I feel it in my hand

And thanks to you for trying to understand

As I feel it in my hand I'm thinking about you

Standing on the seashore and your thoughts are far away

Seeing them sail off in the sea and seeing the ship sink

Well I wonder is there any room left on board for my troubles

I guess I could blow them away in bubbles but a bubble would burst

And so would you...CHORUS

Thanks for the stone

Thanks for the stone

Thanks for the stone, I roll it 'round my knuckles

Did it sleep on the seabed with the mussells and the cockles

As I lay on my bed, I drift into a dream

Sitting on the rocks naked, drenched by the splashing sea

Then I make a paper boat out of my song, sailing it free, sailing it free

We were sailing, sailing, sailing, sailing, sailing

And then the Gods made love...CHORUS (X2)

Thanks for the stone and it I will keep

And thanks to you for swimming so deep

I can see you now sitting on the sand

With the stone alone,

Staring at the horizon, staring at the horizon

Thanks for the stone, thanks for the stone

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