Из альбома: From Croydon to Cuba: An Anthology
The stranger sits with golden eyes
Transfixed upon the screen above
Behind the air of his repose
He wonders if they're caught his love
Sticked and stoned he was
Sticked and stoned
Sticked and stoned he was
Sticked and stoned
She waved goodbye a hunded years
And nothing now could hurt him
He only knew the fear of loving
Something that's uncertain
Sticked and stoned he was
Sticked and stoned
Sticked and stoned he was
Sticked and stoned
He likes to keep his crystal cup
In case of a surprise attack
When you don't know your enemy
It's wiser not to turn your back
Sticked and stoned he was
Sticked and stoned
Sticked and stoned he was
Sticked and stoned