I feel the fire Coming down the road If this transpires And turns me to stone I think that I'll be ok It's fuel to fire That I'm looking for My feet are tired And I'm getting bored I think that I'll be ok If the sun don't shine And the moon cant find It's way back home To me all alone Made of stone The smoke is rising Signals me to slow Down my consumption Before I blow... My bodies burning Turning me to coal It's my opinion That I'm made of stone I think that I'll be ok I think that I'll be ok If the sun don't shine And the moon can't find It's way back home To me all alone Made of stone Made of stone My body is starting to burn... In my mind I don't even have a clue My body is starting to burn... In my mind I don't even have a clue My body is starting to burn... In my mind I don't even have a clue My body is starting to burn... In my mind I don't even have a clue Fuel to fire