Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER  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 l'm not on my own  That l'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 to care  Stone, the world is stone  From a faraway look  Without stars in my eyes  Through the halls of the rich  And the flats of the poor  Wherever I go  There's no warmth anymore  There's no love anymore  So I turn on my heels  l'm declining the fall  l've had all I can take  With my back to the wall  Tell the world l'm not in  l'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  It's no trick of the light  I can't find my way home  In a world of stone