The Missing Season
stone on my back
Standing in the middle of my world,
feet fastened tight against the swirl,
I hear you crying out for more
my belly is empty, eyes are sore.
So you think my heart is made of stone but thatâs not true,
Iâm loving you, my life is spent looking towards you,
so when you doubt, when you fight, itâs another stone on my back
Maybe I donât show it quite enough,
maybe you canât see it through my past
But I lay my kingdom at your feet
speaking on behalf of my tired feet.
Still you think my heart is made of stone but thatâs not true,
Iâm loving you, my life is spent looking towards you,
so when you doubt, when you fight, itâs another stone on my back