Your knuckles whiten on the wheel , The last thing that your hands will feel, Your final flight can't be delayed… No land,just sky, it's so serene Your pink fat lips let go a scream, you fry and melt,I love the scene… Sometimes I fantasise When the streets are cold and lonely And the cars they burn below me Don't these times fill your eyes When the streets are cold and lonely And the cars they burn below me Are you all alone Is anybody home? I'm standing warm against the cold Now that the flames have taken hold At least you left your life in style And for as far as I can see Ten twisted grolls grind back at me Bad money dies,I love the scene Sometimes I fantasise When the streets are cold and lonely And the cars they burn below me Don't these times fill your eyes When the streets are cold and lonely And the cars they burn below me Are you all alone Is anybody home? *3 Sometimes I fantasise When the streets are cold and lonely And the cars they burn below me Don't these times fill your eyes When the streets are cold and lonely And the cars they burn below me Are you all alone Are you made of stone?