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 sleep Lay on the asphalt And let myself die Stone Le monde est stone Je cherche le soleil Au milieu de la nuit Stone The world is stone I'm looking
found what the world is waiting for I think it's time to do Here comes the wise man And there goes the fool You see that burnt out world that he is
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 gray
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
what the world is waiting for I think it's time to get real Here comes the wise man And there goes the fool You see that burnt out world that he is
Translation: Dion, Celine. The World Is Stone.
Translation: Stone Roses. What The World Is Waiting For.
: 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
found what the world is waiting for I think it's time to get real Here comes the wise man And there goes the fool You see that burnt out world that he is
nature New world slacker, sex junkie lookin' for a dealer You can play the leper girl and I can play the healer Shit is only gettin' realer, baby haven
light up the night There is one everywhere you turn So please believe in me, ohh 'Cause I believe in you You're the magic in my life That where stones
him. Take all the stones, and bricks, and bones he didn't stand a chance they said. Oh, little boy the world is all but ignorance is bliss. I would
calling stars are falling I hear sounds of love When I'm near you Heavens singing hearts are ringing I hear sounds of love Everytime I'm near you My world is
? There's no one here at all Behind these castle walls Nobody knows I'm all alone Living in this castle made of stone They say that money is freedom
Hey, what a deal world, yeah it's me again Back before you, at your mercy, on bended knee again No running from the truth as much as we pretend That it ain't what it is
falls on Padre Island Something is wrong, the birds don?t fly They sit quietly in the sand dunes And watch the sky They seem to know someone is missing
