Hot breath, rough skin
Warm laughs and smiling
The loveliest words whispered and meant
You like all these things
But, though you like all these things
You love a stone
You love a stone
Because it's smooth
And it's cold
And you'd love most to be told
That it's all your own
You love white veins, you love hard grey
The heaviest weight, the clumsiest shape
The earthiest smell, the hollowest tone
You love a stone
And I'm found too fast, called too fond of flames
And then I'm phoning my friends
And then I'm shouldering the blame
While you're picking pebbles out of the drain, miles ago
You're out singing songs, and I'm down shouting names
At the flickerless screen, going fucking insane
Am I losing my cool, overstating my case?
Well, baby, what can I say?
You know I never claimed that I was a stone
And you love a stone
You love white veins, you love hard grey
The heaviest weight, the clumsiest shape
The earthiest smell, the hollowest tone
You love a stone
You love a stone, because it's dark, and it's old
And if it could start being alive, you'd stop living alone
And I think I believe that, if stones could dream
They'd dream of being laid side-by-side, piece-by-piece
And turned into a castle for some towering queen
They're unable to know
And when that queen's daughter came of age
But I think she'd be lovely and stubborn and brave
And suitors would journey from kingdoms away
Just to make themselves known
And I think that I know the bitter dismay
Of a lover who brought fresh bouquets every day
When she turned him away to remember some knave
Who once gave just one rose, one day, years ago
Warm laughs and smiling
The loveliest words whispered and meant
You like all these things
But, though you like all these things
You love a stone
You love a stone
Because it's smooth
And it's cold
And you'd love most to be told
That it's all your own
You love white veins, you love hard grey
The heaviest weight, the clumsiest shape
The earthiest smell, the hollowest tone
You love a stone
And I'm found too fast, called too fond of flames
And then I'm phoning my friends
And then I'm shouldering the blame
While you're picking pebbles out of the drain, miles ago
You're out singing songs, and I'm down shouting names
At the flickerless screen, going fucking insane
Am I losing my cool, overstating my case?
Well, baby, what can I say?
You know I never claimed that I was a stone
And you love a stone
You love white veins, you love hard grey
The heaviest weight, the clumsiest shape
The earthiest smell, the hollowest tone
You love a stone
You love a stone, because it's dark, and it's old
And if it could start being alive, you'd stop living alone
And I think I believe that, if stones could dream
They'd dream of being laid side-by-side, piece-by-piece
And turned into a castle for some towering queen
They're unable to know
And when that queen's daughter came of age
But I think she'd be lovely and stubborn and brave
And suitors would journey from kingdoms away
Just to make themselves known
And I think that I know the bitter dismay
Of a lover who brought fresh bouquets every day
When she turned him away to remember some knave
Who once gave just one rose, one day, years ago
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that possibility has an interesting correlation to the section "if stones could dream, they'd dream of being laid side by side, piece by piece and turned into a castle for some towering queen they're unable to know"
think of the internet (the castle), all the cold and emotionally distant men connecting to it, having no comprehension of what it really is or who they're serving by attaching themselves to it (towering queen, AI?). while the real love that's right in front of them laments that they are giving their attention to an inanimate object (the stone) and becoming stones in the process.
white veins (wires), hard grey (machines in general but typical computer colour/texture), heavy weight (the impact on the psyche of all the obscenity on the internet that they consume, consciously detaching from it while subconsciously bearing a heavy weight), clumsy shape (the endless stream of logos and ads and all sorts of images that they absorb uncritically/clumsily).
i think this song has a lot to do with how people - especially men - get so much of their emotional "nourishment" from computers nowadays, and is narrated by someone (likely a woman) who wants their own lover to just log off and take in the beauty of the world around them, but their deep misery is soothed by the world on the screen just enough to keep them hooked and not have to face what makes them miserable.