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Midlake The Trials Of Van Occupanther

Stonecutters made them from stones Chosen specially for you and I Who will live inside The mountaineers gathered tender Piled high In which to take along

No-one seems to be around today They must've all gone off without me again I think I'll head home Maybe I'll find them gathered 'round my doorstep Oh

In this camp there's one who delights me Brings me afternoon tea then she leaves me When they're climbing over the sea She helps to keep our strength

I saw she was living under some branches i saw she was happy in her circumstances i also live under branches i'd rather not live in these places in these

Yes, I'm sorry that I missed you I'm sorry that I missed you when there's no one there to greet you I'm sorry that I missed you you're always chasing

I'm tired of being here On this hill No-one lives to be three hundered years Like the way it used to be I think they were giants I think they were giants