Tekst oryginalny

Stone

I know you think I'm wrong, but I'm not your tour guide
Have a guess I don't let you look inside
Cold, dry, stone

What makes you want to carve your initials in me?
Rained and weathered erasing hard to read
Find me distant, outwardly rough obscene
Cold, dry, stone
Cold and dry, a stone
Cold and dry, a stone

I'm not a cornerstone in a palace for you
Time will bring your very own hard truth
Not to worry, ice covered rocks still move
Cold, dry, stone,
Cold, dry, stone.