Peter Wolf - The Cold Heart Of The Stone lyrics

Green Street, full of memories Wild hearts, doing what they please I remember the funky old place where we used to stay We played all night, we slept all day We'd set 'em up, we'd shoot 'em down There was something lost, there was something found And it kept us going as we stood alone In the cold heart of the stone Boston, angels walkin' 'round Blue nights, hearing every sound And every night was like poetry It always is when you're runnin' free The songs we sang used to float and hang In the side street clubs you'd see anything As we raced ahead for a world ahead To the cold heart of the stone Radio blast from the past Can make you feel so alone Time is a knife, it cuts up your life It cuts up your life and it's gone Every night was a Fool's Parade We'd get so lost in the plans we made We'll crack it up, we'll break it down We'll feel the fire burnin' up the town And we'll lift it all right down to the bone To the cold heart of the stone To the cold heart of the stone To the cold heart of the stone To the cold heart of the stone