your look is made of stone, but I won't turn
I stand meeting stone with water flow
to freeze into ice and crack you through
we used to be made of air, but now we've turned
into sterner stuff, and fell to earth
we learned what we thought it was worth was worth
our trust was rewarded with too much truth
we know to the millionth degree, we're through
our pet names have all turned sarcastic, love
there's nothing convincing to be convinced of
and neither of us left to be convinced
my look is made of pain, but you won't flinch
you know which one is wrong, of us
you're looking at him, baby-fuss
my face is catching fire, but it won't burn
your look is made of stone, but I won't turn
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