The Pretty Things - Cold Stone lyrics

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