A Stone Would Cry Out

The cinematic after effects of alcoholHave led me to believeThat there's nothing more beautifulThan a face as it starts to fadeFrom your memory, what had Once been clear as the dayObscured by the shadeAnd I was always the thorn to your roseA long string of disappointing daysLed me to concede that I'd been losing sleepAnd I'm tired and frayed at the seamsAnd things are changing in meIt's been two hard months since I could call you my ownIt cuts to the boneIs there anything that I can do when I've been turned into stone?But I was always the thorn to your roseSome doors are better left closedYou move like a rolling waveOne that don't fade when it's goneBeyond a doubt it gets so hard that a stone would cry outI know there's a lesson in hereBut it's so hard to findI've been searching my mindA little pearl of wisdom for the later yearsWhen the thread of this life starts to unwindI never had to fight for my loveBut that's over I knowIt's just how it goesI never had to fight for my loveBut that's over I knowIt's just how it goesAnd you move like a rolling waveOne that don't fade when it's goneBeyond a doubt it gets so hard, it gets so hardThat a stone would cry outSome doors are better left closedSome say this place makes it hard to hold your head upSome days this face makes me feel like I've been set up