Stone from Almost Over by Huge Shark

Stone (V. Polichar)

It is winter in these trees.
It is summer in this breeze.
It is all that I can bear:
every season you're not there

But the spring it comes so sweet,
spreads a carpet 'neath my feet --
I am not afraid to say
it's growing dearer every day.

But you are not a boat for me
at the shoreline of my sea.
You will not be my rock, nor anything I own.
But I'm a lake without a ripple yet,
and you will always be my stone

We chose our paths, and I chose well;
thrust from the entryway to hell,
I found the light along the seam:
between the nightmares to the dream.

And you are not the one I choose;
there is nothing here to lose.
You will not be my rock, nor be my blood and bone --
but I'm an echo seeking canyon walls,
and you will always be my stone

(I will forget the way I feel today...)

And yours is not the name I'll call
at the ending of it all.
You will not be my rock, nor will I call you home.
But when I'm a window on the darkest street,
you will always be my stone.

• Pop
• Vocal electronica
• adult alternative
• electronica
• electropop
• folk pop
• folk rock
• singer-songwriter
• San Diego