Lyric Made Of Stone

Your knuckles whiten on the wheel
The last thing that your hands will feel
Your final flight can t be delayed

No earth just sky it s so serene
Your pink fat lips let go a scream
You fry and melt I love the scene

Sometimes I fantasize
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
Tin twisted grills grin back at me
Bad money dies I love the scene

Sometimes I fantasize
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 fantasize
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