[00:00.00] 作词 : John Squire/Ian Brown
[00:01.00] 作曲 : John Squire/Ian Brown
[00:18.33]Your knuckles whiten on the wheel
[00:22.52]The last thing that your hands will feel
[00:26.40]Your final flight can't be delayed
[00:34.01]Nowhere, just sky it's so serene
[00:37.75]Your pink fat lips let go a scream
[00:41.55]You fry and melt I love the scene
[00:47.67]Sometimes I fantasise
[00:55.15]When the streets are cold and lonely
[00:58.83]And the cars they burn below me
[01:02.53]Don't these times fill your eyes
[01:09.84]When the streets are cold and lonely
[01:13.57]And the cars they burn below me
[01:17.02]Are you all alone
[01:20.66]Is anyone in home?
[01:36.90]I'm standing warm against the cold
[01:40.16]Now that the flames have taken hold
[01:44.24]At least you left your life in style
[01:51.40]And for as far as I can see
[01:54.85]Ten twisted grills grin back at me
[01:58.57]Bad money dies I love the scene
[02:04.41]Sometimes I fantasise
[02:11.74]When the streets are cold and lonely
[02:15.38]And the cars they burn below me
[02:19.08]Don't these times fill your eyes
[02:26.19]When the streets are cold and lonely
[02:29.79]And the cars they burn below me
[02:34.23]Are you all alone
[02:37.02]Is anybody home?
[03:19.47]Sometimes I fantasise
[03:26.60]When the streets are cold and lonely
[03:30.40]And the cars they burn below me
[03:33.70]Don't these times fill your eyes
[03:40.82]When the streets are cold and lonely
[03:44.55]And the cars they burn below me
[03:47.87]Are you all alone
[03:51.46]Are you made of stone?

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