Stone Garden

The world's too old to dwell on hate
The sky is grey and hard as snakes
It's far too cold to concentrate
Far too cold to concentrate
And I will plant a stone for him
I will plant a stone for him
And I will mark it up as fate
Another marker, another day

When Medusa starts to smell the flowers
And the seasons merge into the hours
And all time catches it devours

The world's too old to dwell on hate
The sky is grey and hard as snakes
It's far too cold to concentrate
Far too cold to concentrate
And I will plant a stone for him
I will plant a stone for him
And I will mark it up as fate
Anothеr marker, another day

Ahhhhhhhhhh
Ahhhhhhhhhh

The world's too old to dwеll on hate
The sky is grey and hard as snakes
It's far too cold to concentrate
Far too cold to concentrate
And I will plant a stone for him
I will plant a stone for him
And I will mark it up as fate
Another marker, another day

My head held open to the elements
Memory and a musket ball for sacrament
My mouth is dry and choked with sediment
And sentiment

The world's too old to dwell on hate
The sky is grey and hard as snakes
It's far too cold to concentrate
Far too cold to concentrate
And I will plant a stone for him
I will plant a stone for him
And I will mark it up as fate
Another marker, another day

Set us in stone
So cruel and strange
I must find acceptance
For what I cannot change