Intro In the twisting colors, I spoke to a saint, On the back of a horse he took us riding, On track off course to where regrets grow old. ⸻ Verse 1 In the twisted colors, I couldn’t breathe, I became the stone in the desert heat, My bones turned to meet, To the beats of the rising sun. ⸻ Verse 2 From another dimension calls the man without eyes, He wants my future for seven lies. There’s whispers from the shadows, don’t trust the silver tongue, In twisted colors I can’t find my way home. ⸻ Chorus 1 Shadows whisper, leading me astray. I’m a blue stone, lost on my way, heavy and numb, Searching for heaven, and beyond, ⸻ Verse 3 Tin soldiers calling my name, From the ashes from yesterday, The saints calling, The man without eyes screams my name in pain, There’s echoes of sanity fading until it’s gone, Turning myself into a blue stone. ⸻ Verse 4 I can’t feel my face, I was happy, Now I am lost without a trace, Feeling heavy, needing heaven, Someone’s sleeping seven eleven, Lost the tip of feeling hip, We chase dizzy feeling groovy, Lost the tip of my groove — can’t dig it. ⸻ Chorus 2 (repeat) Shadows whisper, leading me astray. I’m a blue stone, lost on my way, heavy and numb, Searching for heaven, and beyond,
