Baixar Mais Tocadas: letras de Midlake

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
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
Stonecutters made them from stones / Chosen specially for you and I / Who will live inside / The mountaineers gathered timber