Lyrics Blue Stone - Songs: Ohia

Blue Stone

Alone or in company
The city makes me nervous
You know I’d rather be
With little sorrel
Or your house
Or a little further
Where I’d be standing
With my reassurer
Such an engine
Speaks such
A cipher, a civilian’s prayer
American on the Dorset shore
Runs for it
Runs for it
Runs for it
To rest
Again, tonight
Such poverty
Compels us to perfect our pride
And run for it
Run for it
Run for it
Run for it