Nineteen hundred and eight, seventeen sea sick sailors bobbed up and down on the blue
You can still hear them calling a hundred years later out to their sweethearts do they hear them too?
Did they get back to haunt them again?
If only my heart were made of stone
I'd lock the door and stash the key neath where it's written 'home sweet home'
And only call if I'd remember if only my heart were made of stone
I fix your hair with my spittle I straighten your tie
When you're late at the office I'd turned a blind eye
There are things I'd forgot that I'd learned in a fable
Read out aloud at the breakfast table, tapping my foot on the floor
If only my heart were made of stone
And my catalogue of fears whittled out of whale bone
I'd close my eyes and sleep and dream not have to wonder
If only my heart were made of stone
I'd dance all the way to my grave licking on an ice-cream cone
If only my heart were made of stone
