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