Seaweed Tindersticks

Would you prefer a stone
That I chose for you
That lay on a beach
That was just a sea of stones?
Wasn't mined for you
Jumped into my eyes
The choice of a million

Would you prefer a stone
From a window?
We'd walk through the streets
Feeling young and intense
I said, "Here, I had this one in mind for you"
Fits all my constraints
A choice of only a few

Would you prefer a look
That was contrived
Or a look that says how I really feel?
With you I have no plans in my mind
I just kind of go, go with you

Would you prefer hello or a goodbye?
My mind is something I don't know
The truth? Why should I lie?
I just kind of go, go with you