Cause there I a house made of black stone
And it sits at the end of the road
I抎 paint it red and it抯 forgotten
Some say. That I抎 disappear
That I抎 disappear
That I抎 disappear
This isn抰 automatic
This is impossible
We all are far from tragic
We are like statues of
This isn抰 automatic
This is impossible
We all are far from tragic
We are like statues of
It抯 hard t ostand when it抯 all in your head
Find that black house paint it red
It抯 hard to feel when you抳e been through this much
Wanna talk, wanna touch
It抯 hard to run when you can抰 find your feet
And I don抰 want your world on me
Cause on the inside. Everything抯 white
And I抎 loose myself in it抯 light
I抎 close the door and get forgotten. Some say
We are like statues of stone
This isn抰 automatic
This is impossible
We all are far from tragic
We are like statues of
This isn抰 automatic
This is impossible
We all are far from tragic
We are like statues of
This isn抰 automatic
This is impossible
We all are far from tragic
We are like statues of
Statues of stone
Statues of stone