Cold As Stone / Sycamore Leaves (Live at the Sentrum Scene, Oslo, Norway, 3/17/1994)

[Part I: Cold As Stone]

You're back again
You roam the streets
And crack again
You're back again
You're travel-worn
Standing here
In the town you were born
It's not your home

The mirror sees you
So alone
Cold as stone, yeah

You're not your own
You feel a chill
Go through your bones
You're not your own
There's something wrong
You call the doctor
On the phone
He's not at home

So you leave a message
After the tone
"I'm cold as stone," yeah

Emerald green neon lights above
Sapphire red falls on you below
Cold as stone
Hey!

[Instrumental Break]

Emerald green neon lights above
Sapphire red fall on you below

You're back again
You send a curse out
In the night
You're back all right
You're travel-worn
Standing here
In the town where you were born
It's not your home

The mirror sees you
So alone
Cold as stone, yeah
Cold as stone

[Part II: Sycamore Leaves]

Can't stop thinking 'bout it
It fills me with unease
Out there by the roadside
Someone's lying
Under sycamore leaves
Ooh, yeah

Wet grounds, late September
The foliage up the trees
I came upon this feeling
That someone's buried
Covered by sycamore leaves
Yeah, yeah

I could never face it
I could never see
I could never break out
And shake its grip on me

Sycamore leaves
Sycamore leaves