Lyrics:

Who put this stone in your soul?
And who put that storm on your face?
Or is it the noise of irony and boredom
Fighting it out for first place?
Making black hole from mole hill
Well hey now, what did you expect?
When you're spending it all on construction
Construction of a wreck
Construction of a wreck
My precious one
Hangin' by a thread until you've come undone
Ooh, and you've come undone
Linger, but tomorrow won't come soon enough, oh!
Give us all of your nonsense
Something to light up our lives
And don't make all your decisions
We will not turn out that light
My precious one
Hangin' by a thread, oh!
Your mind's made up
Ooh, you've come undone
Linger, but the answers won't come soon enough

Streetlights here, we buzz around
We wait for an inch to pass
But still lies the storm these statues call home
But now we can crumble at last
Yeah, now I can crumble at last
(Who put the stone in your soul?)
Like statues, like statues
(Who put that stone in your soul?)
Like statues