The World Is Waiting For The Sunrise - Ben Heppner Duncan Riddell Jonathan Tunick The London Philharmonic Orchestra

Stone the world is stone

It＇s no trick of the light

It＇s hard on the soul

Stone the world is stone

Cold to the touch

And hard on the soul

In the grey of the streets

In the neon unknown

I look for a sign

That i'm not on my own

That i'm not here alone

As the still of the night

And the choke of the air

And the winners delight

And the losers despair

Closes in left and right

I would love not ot care

Stone the world is stone

From the far away look

Without stars in my eyes

Throught the halls of the rich

And the flats of the poor

Wherever i go

Theres no warmth anymore

Theres no love anymore

So i turn on my heels

I'm declining the fall

I've had all i can take

With my back to the wall

Tell the world i'm not in

I'm not taking the call

Stone the world is stone

But i saw it once

With the stars in my eyes

When each colour rang out

In a thunderous chrome

Its no trick of the light

I can't find my way home

In a world made of stone