Riverstone lyrics
by Ditz (UK)
A foul mouth is snacking on
Ogling snitches from lemming burrows
And at last would a furrowed brow ruffle so gently?
And at last would a courage tap pour so swiftly?
And at last could a mouse hurry so swiftly?
Stomping on land, I am a hound
I am a class of my own
Stomping on land, I am a hound
I am a class of my own
Stomping on land, I am a hound
I am a class of my own
A riverstone of my own
A riverstone
A riverstone of my own
A riverstone
A riverstone of my own
A riverstone
The sun, the sun, the sun hates light
The sun, the sun, the sun hates light
The sun, the sun, the sun hates light
The sun, the sun, the sun hates light
The sun, the sun, the sun hates light
The sun, the sun, the sun hatеs light
The sun, the sun, the sun hatеs light
The sun, the sun, the sun hates light
The sun, the sun, the sun hates light
The sun, the sun, the sun hates light
The sun, the sun, the sun hates light