Carve it in Stone - Primabyte, Quilla

It’s a fine line

Climbing in doorways for young fauns (?)

They think they know you

But they’ve been mistaken since you were born

It’s a death by design in the

Glass house where you shed your golden handcuffs

The years and years are lined for you without a fear

Let them carve it in stone

Let them call it their own

But no one ever owns you

No one ever owns you

Let them carve it in stone

Let them call it their own

But no one ever owns you

No one ever owns you

Wont you come sit a while with me

By the fire

Let your burdens burn

Just put the gun down

Cause it’s been sour and dour

All the ghost riders mooched to soon

And when you look into the mirror

You wonder who has won

Let them carve it in stone

Let them call it their own

But no one ever owns you

No one ever owns you

Let them carve it in stone

Let them call it their own

But no one ever owns you

No one ever owns you