paroles de chanson Carve It in Stone - 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