The World Is Stone — текст песни (Tycoon)

Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER
Stone, the world is stone
It`s no trick of the light
It`s hard on the soul
Stone, the world is stone
Cold to the touch
And hard on the soul
In the grey of the streets
In the neon unknown
I look for a sign
That l`m not on my own
That l`m not here alone
As the still of the night
And the choke of the air
And the winners` delight
And the losers` despair
Closes in left and right
I would love not to care
Stone, the world is stone
From a faraway look
Without stars in my eyes
Through the halls of the rich
And the flats of the poor
Wherever I go
There`s no warmth anymore
There`s no love anymore
So I turn on my heels
l`m declining the fall
l`ve had all I can take
With my back to the wall
Tell the world l`m not in
l`m not taking the call
Stone, the world is stone
But I saw it once
With the stars in my eyes
When each colour rang out
In a thunderous chrome
It`s no trick of the light
I can`t find my way home
In a world of stone