They say every sin will have a thousand eyes
To guilty fools with guilty minds
But I must be cruel to be kind
Deep within my head of stone
Could I be - of stone - could I be - of stone - could I be
Oh how the birds forget to sing
Do they know where I have been?
Oh how I will leave you there again
Deep within my head of stone
Could I be of stone could I be of stone could I be
You are my only one
You are my only one
You are my lonely one
You are my only one
Oh for the trees did grow there, and the plants did spring
Oh for they know a lovers sin
Ain't made of paper or of string
It's cast into a head of stone
Could I be - of stone - could I be - of stone - could I be
Agnes Obel - Stone Lyrics
Agnes Obel - Stone Lyrics
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They say every sin will have a thousand eyes
To guilty fools with guilty minds
But I must be cruel to be kind
Deep within my head of stone
Could I be - of stone - could I be - of stone - could I be
Oh how the birds forget to sing
Do they know where I have been?
Oh how I will leave you there again
Deep within my head of stone
Could I be of stone could I be of stone could I be
You are my only one
You are my only one
You are my lonely one
You are my only one
Oh for the trees did grow there, and the plants did spring
Oh for they know a lovers sin
Ain't made of paper or of string
It's cast into a head of stone
Could I be - of stone - could I be - of stone - could I be
To guilty fools with guilty minds
But I must be cruel to be kind
Deep within my head of stone
Could I be - of stone - could I be - of stone - could I be
Oh how the birds forget to sing
Do they know where I have been?
Oh how I will leave you there again
Deep within my head of stone
Could I be of stone could I be of stone could I be
You are my only one
You are my only one
You are my lonely one
You are my only one
Oh for the trees did grow there, and the plants did spring
Oh for they know a lovers sin
Ain't made of paper or of string
It's cast into a head of stone
Could I be - of stone - could I be - of stone - could I be
Writer: AGNES CAROLINE THAARUP OBEL
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group