Echoes in the Stone

Stone. Cold stone. Where the echoes go. I came to hear your voice. The walls are cold. The quarry keeps what we left. A shape in the stone. I press my hand against the rock. It doesn't remember me. (It doesn't remember) Did the echo move? Or did I? Did it call my name? Or did I? Echoes in the stone. Echoes in the stone. Where the silence breaks. And the ground gives way. I'm still here. I'm still listening. I thought I heard you in the wind. A fragment of a word. But the quarry only gives back What it cannot keep. I carve your name into the stone. It fades before I'm done. (Before I'm done) Did the echo move? Or did I? Did it call my name? Or did I? Echoes in the stone. Echoes in the stone. Where the silence breaks. And the ground gives way. I'm still here. I'm still listening. What if the echo is not you? What if it's only me? What if the quarry is my own voice Bouncing back at me? I don't know. I don't know. Echoes in the stone. But I'm not afraid to fall. Echoes in the stone. I can hear it all. The ice is breaking. The ground is giving way. And I'm still here. I'm still here. Stone. Cold stone. I leave my breath behind. (I leave my breath behind) I am the echo.