Made of Stone

Your knuckles whiten on the wheel
The last thing that your hands will feel
Your final flight can’t be delayed
Nowhere, just sky it’s so serene
Your pink fat lips let go a scream
You fly and melt I love the scene
Sometimes I fantasise
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me Don’t these times fill your eyes
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me Are you all alone
Is anybody home?
I’m standing warm against the cold
Now that the flames have taken hold
At least you left your life in style
And for as far as I can see
Ten twisted grills grin back at me Bad money dies I love the scene
Sometimes I fantasise
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me Don’t these times fill your eyes
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me Are you all alone
Is anybody home?
Sometimes I fantasise
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me Don’t these times fill your eyes
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me Are you all alone
Are you made of stone?