I could tell you a big secret that's not music to your ear

I could stand on dirty streets and shout what no one wants to hear

There are rooms inside this city that wait for me to scream

But when I tell you very quietly

you tell me not to dream

I asked you for the truth because I wanted to be told

You handed me a rock that you tried to paint with gold

The rock had gathered power as it passed from man to man

But you can't convince me now

by putting stones into my hand

I guess I shouldn't say these things,

I know they don't sound nice

I suppose I should have pity

but I can't afford the price

I thought that things were simpler

and perhaps I ask too much

But I have only asked to hold

What wouldn't crumble

At my touch

(thanks, etouffee)