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