Songs: Ohia
Blue Stone
Alone or in company, the city makes me nervousyou know i’d rather bewith little Sorrel or your houseor a little bit furtherwhere i’d be standing with my reassurersuch an engine speaks such gear wordsa sight for a civillians prayeran American on the Dorsett shoreruns for it(x3)to risk the pathetic again tonightsuch poverty compells us to perfect our priderun for it(x3)
From Letras Mania