Cold Stone - The Pretty Things

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