Paradise के बोल

If I were made of stone, you would be made of sand I tried to catch you on the run, but you flowed out of my hand I was a rolling stone, bending by the throne But every night I turn white When the Moon is bright and the city light Is shinning out the door And the wind is cold and the darkness falls I turn white (Ooh-ooh-oh) every night we run (Ooh-ooh-oh) trying to see the Sun (Ooh-ooh-oh) look what I've become This is paradise, don't look so surprised