Cold as Stone/Sycamore Leaves Songtext
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Cold as Stone/Sycamore Leaves Songtext
You′re back again
You roam the streets
And crack again
You're back again
You′re travel-worn
Standing here
In the town where you were born
It's not your home
The mirror sees you
So alone
Cold as stone, yeah
You're not your own
You feel a chill
Go through your bones
You′re not your own
There′s something wrong
You call the doctor
On the phone
He's not at home
So you leave a message
After the tone
"I′m cold as stone," yeah
Emerald green neon lights above
Sapphire red falls on you below
Cold as stone
Hey!
Emerald green neon lights above
Sapphire red falls on you below
You're back again
You send the curse out
In the night
You′re back all right
You're travel-worn
Standing here
In the town where you were born
It′s not your home
The mirror sees you
So alone
Cold as stone, yeah
Cold as stone
Can't stop thinking 'bout it
It fills me with unease
Out there by the roadside
Someone′s lying
Under sycamore leaves
Ooh, yeah
Wet grounds, late September
The foliage up the trees
I came upon this feeling
That someone′s buried
Covered by sycamore leaves
Yeah, yeah
I could never face it
I could never see
I could never break out
And shake its grip on me
Sycamore leaves
Sycamore leaves
You roam the streets
And crack again
You're back again
You′re travel-worn
Standing here
In the town where you were born
It's not your home
The mirror sees you
So alone
Cold as stone, yeah
You're not your own
You feel a chill
Go through your bones
You′re not your own
There′s something wrong
You call the doctor
On the phone
He's not at home
So you leave a message
After the tone
"I′m cold as stone," yeah
Emerald green neon lights above
Sapphire red falls on you below
Cold as stone
Hey!
Emerald green neon lights above
Sapphire red falls on you below
You're back again
You send the curse out
In the night
You′re back all right
You're travel-worn
Standing here
In the town where you were born
It′s not your home
The mirror sees you
So alone
Cold as stone, yeah
Cold as stone
Can't stop thinking 'bout it
It fills me with unease
Out there by the roadside
Someone′s lying
Under sycamore leaves
Ooh, yeah
Wet grounds, late September
The foliage up the trees
I came upon this feeling
That someone′s buried
Covered by sycamore leaves
Yeah, yeah
I could never face it
I could never see
I could never break out
And shake its grip on me
Sycamore leaves
Sycamore leaves
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