Made of Stone

Your knuckles whiten on the wheel
The last thing that your hands will feel
Your final flight can't be delayedNowhere, just sky, it's so serene
Your pink fat lips let go a scream
You fry and melt, I love the sceneSometimes I fantasize
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars, they burn below me
Don't these times fill your eyesWhen the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars, they burn below me
Are you all alone, is anybody home?I'm standing warm against the cold
Now that the flames have taken hold
At least you left your life in styleAnd for as far as I can see
Ten twisted grills grin back at me
Bad money dies, I love the sceneSometimes I fantasize
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars, they burn below me
Don't these times fill your eyesWhen the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars, they burn below me
Are you all alone, is anybody home?Sometimes I fantasize
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Don't these times fill your eyesWhen the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone, are you made of stone?