Chiseled deep in a cold hard stone
is my monument to lovers.
All I had I hacked away; grown
chiseled. Deep in a cold hard stone
flashing on her finger. Alone;
back to hammering book covers;
chiseled deep. In a cold hard stone
is my monument to lovers.
is my monument to lovers.
All I had I hacked away; grown
chiseled. Deep in a cold hard stone
flashing on her finger. Alone;
back to hammering book covers;
chiseled deep. In a cold hard stone
is my monument to lovers.