Made Of Stone

Made Of Stone - Peaky Blinders

Lyrics by：Ian Brown/John Squire

Your knuckles whiten on the wheel

The last thing that your hands will feel

Your final flight can't be delayed

No earth 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 grills grin 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

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

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