Cold Stone Songtext
von The Pretty Things

Beneath the sky you′re running
White liquid at your feet
Dispersed through the darkness
Looks so obsolete
When the walls are falling
Now that you are free
Will you pin your hopes on life
Don't pin them on me

We′re coming down slow
We're here alone
Two-fingered peace
And no red phone


Beneath the sky you're flying
Grey mucus in your throat
Chased by the blood-stained weasel
Who just might be a stoat
Through the velvet forest
White witnesses at hand
Oh, brick soldier why so grey
Don′t you understand

We′re coming down slow
We're here alone
Two-fingered peace
And no red phone

This world is just cold as stone
This world is just cold as stone
The world is just cold as stone

Back to the streets you′re running
Moving with great speed
Just around the corner
The truth's about to be read
Your lady begs forgiveness
For what she hasn′t done
Oh, brick sweetheart why so sad
The fight has just begun

We're coming down slow
We′re here alone
Two-fingered peace
And no red phone


This world is just cold as stone
This world is just cold as stone
The world is just cold as stone