Blue Stone - Songs: Ohia

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