Statues

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

But precious one

Hanging by a thread until you've come undone

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

But precious one

Hanging by a thread, oh, your mind's made up

You've come undone

Linger, but the answers won't come soon enough

Streetlights, here we buzz around

We wait for an age 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 that stone in your soul?

(Like statues, like statues)

Who put that stone in your soul?