The lines we carve are pure and fine
A curious thing, a curious thing
That a man of such confused mind could
Choose a choice without rewind
You stopped it all
You stopped it all
So I close my eyes and turned away
A curious thing, a curious thing
That a crystal stone of pink and grey
Would be the one to take your place
Our love a stone
Our love a stone
A stone, a stone
And I frame my memories as if they're mine
A gift that switches hands one at a time
Our love a stone
Our love a stone
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