作词 : A. Phillips
 作曲 : A. Phillips
 At the dusty road's divide
 We took the left fork for a mile, to reach a black cast iron gate.
 And as the rusty hinges yawned,
 Through the trees we saw the path into the old estate.
 Stone lions alone
 Can't keep us out
 While eagles & crows are sleeping.
 We followed the road open mouthed
 We watched as the old place breathed its last.
 Yellow diggers in a row
 Cough back into life and stretch to gulp the dusty sunlight.
 Through the rafters through the brick,
 Chimneys fall and push the past out through the broken skylight.
 Stone lions in rows, rising up
 In driveways and private gardens.
 Stone lions alone, guarding us from gargoyles and long lost pardons.
 Stone eagles and crows flying off to new and forgotten places.
 Stone lions alone staring out into our newborn faces.
 Stone lions alone
 Stone lions alone
 Stone gods creep across
 The terraces, keystones and backstreet places.
 Dust, fossils, and mud
 Perishes into our newborn faces.