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 im not on my own
that im 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 ot care

stone, the world is stone
from the far away look
without stars in my eyes
throught the halls of the rich
and the flats of the poor
wherever i go
theres no warmth anymore
theres no love anymore

so i turn on my heels
im declining the fall
ive had all i can take
with my back to the wall
tell the world im not in
im 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
its no trick of the light
i cant find my way home
in a world made of stone