Midlake

My young bride Why are your shoulders like that? Of a tired old woman Like a tired old woman My young bride Why are your fingers like that? Of the hedge in winter Of the hedge in winter Polonaise in winter Snowshoes and hunters Carry the goods in for

If all that grows starts to fade, starts to falter Oh, let me inside, let me inside, not to wait Let all that run through the fields through the quiet, Go on with their, own with their own hidden ways When all newness of gold travels far from Where i

I must be careful now in my steps Years of calculations and the stress My science is waiting, nearly complete One glass will last for nearly a week Let me not get down from walking with no-one and if I stumble from exhaustion These buckets are heavy,

I will wear the sun, Ancient light through these woods, Woods that I walk through alone I will take my rest With all creatures who dwell, Under the smallest of green I'll remain no more than is required of me Until the spirit is gone I will long to s

Did you ever want to be overrun by bandits to hand over all of your things and start over new while we were out hunting for food our house was being robbed I caught an apple and she caught a fox so I caught a rabbit but she caught an ox so upon our r

Midlake- Roscoe 抬头不见天编辑 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. Driving many miles, knowing they'd get here. When they got here, all ex

If all that grows starts to fade, starts to falter Oh, let me inside, let me inside, not to wait Let all that run through the fields through the quiet, Go on with their own, on with their own hidden ways When all newness of gold travels far from Wher

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, to sleep in a comfortable bed I think I'll head home No-one seems to be around today They must've a