| Song | Cold Stone |
| Artist | The Pretty Things |
| Album | Parachute |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| In the sky you´re runnin' | |
| White liquid at your feet | |
| Mismercied 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 skin you throw | |
| Chase out a bloodstained weasel | |
| Just might be a stow | |
| Through the velvet forest | |
| White whitnesses at hand | |
| Oh brave soldier what's so sad | |
| Don't you understand | |
| We're goin' down slow | |
| We're in a hole | |
| To beg a please | |
| Now 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 | |
| Now rest for me |
| In the sky you re runnin' | |
| White liquid at your feet | |
| Mismercied 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 skin you throw | |
| Chase out a bloodstained weasel | |
| Just might be a stow | |
| Through the velvet forest | |
| White whitnesses at hand | |
| Oh brave soldier what' s so sad | |
| Don' t you understand | |
| We' re goin' down slow | |
| We' re in a hole | |
| To beg a please | |
| Now 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 | |
| Now rest for me |
| In the sky you re runnin' | |
| White liquid at your feet | |
| Mismercied 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 skin you throw | |
| Chase out a bloodstained weasel | |
| Just might be a stow | |
| Through the velvet forest | |
| White whitnesses at hand | |
| Oh brave soldier what' s so sad | |
| Don' t you understand | |
| We' re goin' down slow | |
| We' re in a hole | |
| To beg a please | |
| Now 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 | |
| Now rest for me |