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 bit further

where i’d be standing with my reassurer

such an engine speaks such gear words

a sight for a civillians prayer

an American on the Dorsett shore

runs for it(x3)

to risk the pathetic again tonight

such poverty compells us to perfect our pride

run for it(x3)