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It was back amongst the living
Your smile was giving
Me a thrill
Enough to come so close
To closing the deal
The steal of the century
A century stolen from our hearts
To a house on the hill
But if that is what it takes
If that is what it takes
If that is what it takes
To be a stone
A stone's throw from your throne
No man has ever hung
From the rafters of a second home
No man has ever hung
From the rafters of a second home
It's true
I needed you more
Back when I was poor
The wealthy dowager, the patroness
She guessed it
The answer wasn't yes
But her maxims were fine
The ethos that flew about her mind
Like swallows in search
Of a burnt-down bell tower church
But if that is what it takes
If that is what it takes
If that is what it takes
To be a stone
A stone's throw from your throne
No man has ever hung
At the temporary age of twenty-four
(With) both feet on the floor
Listening to the bona fide stasis of sound
The eaves dripping
Yesterday's ill-timed August rain
If there is such a thing as ill-timed August rain