Katie Locke: Music
Alabaster Stone
(Katie Locke)
Verse 1: He was his momma's work of art
Locked in a plastic case
Watching people shuffle past
He learned to imitate
Not allowed to be touched
His clothes never got smudged.
Chorus: Polished smooth, the surface glows
Who would've thought it possible
That you could build your heart a home
Of Alabaster Stone.
Verse 2: I met him in a dim cafe
Sipping vintage wine
His words flowed sweet like honeyed sap
From a needled pine
Though he won my love there
I couldn't bribe him to care.
Chorus: (repeat)
Bridge: Flinching at nothing, he watched my soul get struck
Now I know what it's like to feel numb, ooh.
Chorus: (repeat)