[Verse 1]
What if I'm made of stone?
Feel it is not a system
Nervous I'm caught in a hole
Hoping I'm overthinking
I should be feeling more
Draped over your bones
Paint colors up the walls
To spread our inspirations
You are the likely cause
Of what will be my demise
And it's not surprising
Just inconvenient
To play no part in
All of the instruments
Seem to be sounding out
"It's premature"

[Chorus]
I think I'm made of stone
I should be feeling more

[Bridge]
Love, it's just face-painting
Love, it's just easing the waiting
Before, dying without company
[Chorus]
I think I'm made of stone
I think we are all
Built out of memory
Built out of scenes
Structures of whispers
Pass through our veins
Laid out on screens
Show our tiny heads
"You'll find love, kid, it exists"