Th e city streets are empty now.
The lights don't shine no more
and so the songs are way down
lo w turning tu rning turning.
A sound that flows into my mind the echoes of
the daylight
of everything that is aliv e in m y blue wo rld
I turn to stone when you are gone,
I turn to stone.
Turn to stone when you coming home,
I can't go on.
Th e dying embers of the night a fire
that slowly fades till dawn
still glow upon the wall so
brig ht burning b urning burning
Th e tired streets that hide away
from here to everywhere they go
roll past my door into the da y
in m y blue world
I turn to stone when you are gone,
I turn to stone.
Turn to stone when you coming home,
I can't go on.
Turn to stone when you are gone,
I turn to stone.
Yes, I'm turning to stone
'cause you ain't coming home.
Why you ain't coming home
if I'm turning to stone?
You've been go ne for so long and
I can't carry on,
yes, I'm turning, I'm turning,
I'm turning to stone.
The dancing shadows on the wall the
two step in the hall
are all I see since you've been
go ne turning t urning turning.
Th rough all I sit here and
I wait I turn to stone I turn to stone
You will return again
some da y to my blue w orld
I turn to stone when you are gone,
I turn to stone.
Turn to stone when you coming home,
I can't go on.
Turn to stone when you are gone,
I turn to stone.
