Cold As Stone / Sycamore Leaves (Live at the Sentrum Scene, Oslo, Norway, 3/17/1994)

[Part I: Cold As Stone]

You're back again

You roam the streets

And crack again

You're back again

You're travel-worn

Standing here

In the town you were born

It's not your home

The mirror sees you

So alone

Cold as stone, yeah

You're not your own

You feel a chill

Go through your bones

You're not your own

There's something wrong

You call the doctor

On the phone

He's not at home

So you leave a message

After the tone

"I'm cold as stone," yeah

Emerald green neon lights above

Sapphire red falls on you below

Cold as stone

Hey!

[Instrumental Break]

Emerald green neon lights above

Sapphire red fall on you below

You're back again

You send a curse out

In the night

You're back all right

You're travel-worn

Standing here

In the town where you were born

It's not your home

The mirror sees you

So alone

Cold as stone, yeah

Cold as stone

[Part II: Sycamore Leaves]

Can't stop thinking 'bout it

It fills me with unease

Out there by the roadside

Someone's lying

Under sycamore leaves

Ooh, yeah

Wet grounds, late September

The foliage up the trees

I came upon this feeling

That someone's buried

Covered by sycamore leaves

Yeah, yeah

I could never face it

I could never see

I could never break out

And shake its grip on me

Sycamore leaves

Sycamore leaves