Seaweed - Tindersticks

Would you prefer a stone

That I chose for you?

That lay on a beach

Was just a sea of stone

Wasn’t meant for you

Jumped into my eyes

Choice of millions

Would you prefer a stone

From your window?

It walks through the streets

Feeling young and tense

The city had to swallow mine for you

'cos it’s so much strain

Choice of only a few

Would you prefer a look

That was contrived?

Or a look that says how I (?) with you?

I have no plans in my mind

Just kind of go

Go with you

A hello or a goodbye?

My mind is something I don’t know

The truth, why should I lie?

Just kind of go

Go with you