Blue Stone

[Verse 1]
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 gear words
A cipher, a civilian's prayer
American on the Dorset shore

[Chorus]
Runs for it
Runs for it
Runs for it
To rest the pathetic

[Verse 2]
Again, tonight
Such poverty
Compels us to perfect our pride

[Chorus]
And run for it
Run for it
Run for it
Run for it