If I were made of stone
You would be made of sand
I tried to catch you on the run
But you flowed out of my hand
I was a rolling stone
Bending by the throne
But every night I tell why

When the Moon is bright and the city light
Is shinning out the door
When the wind is cold and the darkness falls
I tell why

Every night we run
Trying to see the Sun
Look what I've become
This is paradise, don't look so surprised