Song | Cold Stone |
Artist | The Pretty Things |
Album | Parachute |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
In the sky you´re runnin' | |
White liquid at your feet | |
Mismercied through the darkness | |
Look so obsolete | |
Now the walls are falling | |
Now that you are free | |
Will you pin your hopes on lies | |
Don't pin them on me | |
We're goin' down slow | |
We're in a hole | |
To beg a please | |
Now rest for me | |
Beneath the sky you're runnin' | |
White mucous skin you throw | |
Chase out a bloodstained weasel | |
Just might be a stow | |
Through the velvet forest | |
White whitnesses at hand | |
Oh brave soldier what's so sad | |
Don't you understand | |
We're goin' down slow | |
We're in a hole | |
To beg a please | |
Now rest for me | |
This world is just cold stone | |
This world is just cold stone | |
This world is just cold stone | |
We're in a hole | |
We're goin' down slow | |
To beg a please | |
Now rest for me |
In the sky you re runnin' | |
White liquid at your feet | |
Mismercied through the darkness | |
Look so obsolete | |
Now the walls are falling | |
Now that you are free | |
Will you pin your hopes on lies | |
Don' t pin them on me | |
We' re goin' down slow | |
We' re in a hole | |
To beg a please | |
Now rest for me | |
Beneath the sky you' re runnin' | |
White mucous skin you throw | |
Chase out a bloodstained weasel | |
Just might be a stow | |
Through the velvet forest | |
White whitnesses at hand | |
Oh brave soldier what' s so sad | |
Don' t you understand | |
We' re goin' down slow | |
We' re in a hole | |
To beg a please | |
Now rest for me | |
This world is just cold stone | |
This world is just cold stone | |
This world is just cold stone | |
We' re in a hole | |
We' re goin' down slow | |
To beg a please | |
Now rest for me |
In the sky you re runnin' | |
White liquid at your feet | |
Mismercied through the darkness | |
Look so obsolete | |
Now the walls are falling | |
Now that you are free | |
Will you pin your hopes on lies | |
Don' t pin them on me | |
We' re goin' down slow | |
We' re in a hole | |
To beg a please | |
Now rest for me | |
Beneath the sky you' re runnin' | |
White mucous skin you throw | |
Chase out a bloodstained weasel | |
Just might be a stow | |
Through the velvet forest | |
White whitnesses at hand | |
Oh brave soldier what' s so sad | |
Don' t you understand | |
We' re goin' down slow | |
We' re in a hole | |
To beg a please | |
Now rest for me | |
This world is just cold stone | |
This world is just cold stone | |
This world is just cold stone | |
We' re in a hole | |
We' re goin' down slow | |
To beg a please | |
Now rest for me |