Stone the world is stone. It's no trick of the light. It's hard on the soul. Stone the world is stone. Cold to the touch. And hard on the soul. In the grey of the streets. In the neon unknown. I look for a sign. That I'm not on my own. That I'm not here alone. As the still of the night. And the choke of the air. And the winners' delight. And the losers' despair. Closes in left and right. I would love not to care. Stone the world is stone. From a faraway look. Without stars in my eyes. Through the halls of the rich. And the flats of the poor. Wherever I go. There's no warmth anymore. There's no love anymore. So I turn on my heels. I'm declining the fall. I've had all I can take. With my back to the wall. Tell the world I'm not in. I'm not taking the call. Stone the world is stone. But I saw it once. With the stars in my eyes. When each colour rang out. In a thunderous chrome. It's no trick of the light. I can't find my way home. In a world of stone.