Stones Songtext
von The Orielles

Opening that fair box, you could fall into a world
One I′m not sure you belong to, but it does because he ends up
A passage like no other existing in between the boundaries of a holiday destination and lived sentimental experience
The photographs could only tell us when he'd seen and postcards where he wished he′d been
Cinema stops with the most stalling, he had bad taste but strong sense of tenderness


Hello beautiful faces and bad fashion artifacts
Pamphlets of nice they must have meant a lot more than you wished you could have made it to you in another lifetime
An empty pack of Swiss tobacco even now it pains throw away
Because it cost more than a cross-country train
A good job is how about plenty of travel cards too
May the sun shine on the road you travel on, by his light may you ever be lead

Still in possession of the keys to open the house where your pension for collecting things began
See at that, how the turbulence
Is that why you draw killer short bear and drew your portrait on the coaster?
What did Joe Fortune read buried inside that cookie?
Maybe I'm singing now for the fragments of what you left behind

The Indonesian postage stamp couldn't paint more different picture of you in the business card
For salvage law based in Saint Helens
Stock and sample sales at the domestic botanist
A painted Rock from the beach
Sometimes you have to leave people behind to find them with the fortune