behind you Oooh, oooh Oooh, oooh Carve away the stone Carve away the stone Make a graven image With some features of your own Carve away the stone Carve away the stone
sins of the past night Behind you Carve away the stone (Sisyhpus) Carve away the stone Make a graven image With some features of your own You call roll the stone
번역: 돌진. 돌을 멀리 개척.
] I'M CALLING OFF THE SEARCH ACCEPTING DEFEAT TOO MANY PIECES ARE MISSING THE JIG-SAW PUZZLE OF LIFE IS INCOMPLETE CARVE THE STONE YOU'RE LOSING ME
) Carved in stone This love runs so deep. Carved in stone So strong and so complete. Carved in stone We're in this love forever. Carved in stone
carved that stone He carved that stone, he carves his stone He carves his stone, he carves that stone He carves that stone, he carves his stone He carves
In a time now long gone wise mans hands was carving stories into the stones alll over our land. Stories carved in stone. To last for eternity. The runes
Carved in stone is a name I will remember Skin and bone and a heart that was so tender Carry on and have yourself a lovely ride Think of me when you finally
Me viste a mi, cuando nadie me vio... Me amaste a mi, cuando nadie me amo... Y me diste nombre, Yo soy tu nina, La nina de tus ojos, Porque me amaste
they may prove And when you're gone I'll tell them my religion's you When Punk-tius comes to kill the king upon his throne I'm ready for their stones
, I'm thinking What happened today, is it right? I fall into the night The flashbacks, the pictures The letters and songs The memories, the heart That you carved
past over stones, blood and glass In the ruins Reaching under the fence as I try to make sense In the ruins Night after night I am carving it out I
Heartless powers try to tell us what to think If the spirit's sleeping then the flesh is ink, yea History's page, it is thusly carved in stone The future
diamonds Sink like grave Atlantis into Dreams of other days they fade away Monuments to crippled madness Puppets dangle in the treetops The cold magician carves his voice in stone
still live in my dreams Calling out from stages And music magazines ?If I were a painter You'd be green and gold Carved out of matches But broken out of stone