Lyrics

Adamantine in my head
All the ripples twisting
And she doesn?t even know she threw the stone

A spinning Lazarus of love
Skin of wax my tongue is locked
Because all I really need is alone

Even while she clings to me
I just can?t find a soul inside

Because I carved a face of stone
Solid to the bone
I carved a face of stone

She doesn?t like the way I think
I never talk through anything
The ink just flows but all the words go dry

I stare into her longing eyes
My heart?s drafting a eulogy
The irony is thick enough to touch