Paradise

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