Lyrics:

Your knuckles whiten on the wheel The last thing that your hands will feel Your final flight can't be delayed No earth, just sky it's so surreal 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 anybody 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 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?