Songs: Ohia - Blue Stone Lyrics

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 Dorcet 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