The stone beneath me; the clouds above My thoughts have bittered; I’m tired of love The stone beneath and clouds above Cold numbs the fingers inside of glove Walk home ‘mongst colours - green, grey and brown My day is over, and sun goes down Walk home amongst green, grey and brown The sun goes down on a special town Inside the cloth clings; clings to the bone From campus catwalks to suburb stone The cold cloth clings; clings to the bone And as the world turns remains alone
