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Madrid

How best can we talk it through
Life on a knife edge
Walk into stations and then….
Blown away

And I’m sure if they’d had the chance
Like me they would’ve asked for mercy
But the heart is stone
In the breast of the ones’ who kill the innocent
Yes the heart is stone
And it won’t make sense

In loss we point the finger
Life on a knife edge
Why so much hate to deal with
When you can’t see the goodness

And I’m sure if I’d had the chance
Like them I would’ve asked for mercy
But the heart is stone
In the breast of the ones’ who kill the innocent
Yes the heart is stone
And it won’t make sense

Why did you die for us
Look at the things we do to each other
Why is your love so strong
When the heart is stone
In everyone

Who stands absent from all sin
Life on a knife edge
No-one to cast the first stone
We’re all in the same cage

When most of the world is weak
Still we fill ourselves with all we seek
But the heart is stone
Oh what we have done - to kill the innocent
Yes the heart is stone
And it won’t make sense

Words & Music by Gareth Davies-Jones
Copyright©Gareth Davies-Jones - March 2004