Lyrics Cold Stone - The Pretty Things

Cold Stone

In the sky you´re runnin'
White liquid at your feet
Dispersed 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 in your throat
Chased by the bloodstained weasel
That just might be a stoat
Through the velvet forest
White witnesses at hand
Oh brave soldier why so sad
Don’t you understand
We’re goin' down slow
We’re in a hole
To beg a please
No 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
No rest for me