You used to be the best of me

You were the only one

I watched you walk your life when all I did was run

You put me on a throne and left me all alone

Watched me turn to stone

Some sweet lovers song is what I used to sing

Songs from the book of love, we laughed at everything

We gave them may to may, we gave them light and day

Now who can say what goes, nothing left but stone

Stone, nothing left but stone

At first he leaves this, autumns in the air

Whats left of love is dangling somewhere

Should we cherish it and treat it with respect

Hanging round so long there aint nothing left

Sweet lovers song we washed away the dirt

Songs from the book of love but here I ever heard

We gave them may to may, we gave them night and day

Now who can say what goes, nothing left but stone

Stone (aint nothing left but stone)

Should we go our seperate ways or give this one more try

What is there left to build on when love's foundation dies

whoo oh ohh

Seems like we could work this out

last time I checked we'd grown

Take your icy hand and press it

on this heart of stone, stone

To be loved (to be loved) to be loving

Isn't it what you make it

Isn't it when 2 people give more than they're taking

Isn't it when no one man deserves a saviour

That a man comes

running with the only hand that can save her

Lives are special things we thrive on being told

But you can feel the heat even in the cold

It's better than growing old, nothing left but stone

Stone, nothing left but stone

Stone, seems like we can work this out