The Lost Pines - Stone

We spin, and spin in circles on the city
We smell, we eat
We love, we live
In the city

Nothing seems to have a felt
In one night alone
All alone, like a stone

Stone into the cold water
On a cold summer night
Stone into the cold water
The stone seems my life

Wrong or no, whatever, my little sweeter
I’m inject into your heart
All the pain in this world
Wrong or no
Whatever, babe, come on