Made of Stone

アーティストThe Stone Roses
作詞John Squire, Ian Brown
作曲John Squire, Ian Brown
Your knuckles whiten on the wheel The last thing that
your hands will feel Your final flight can't be delayed
No land 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

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