Roscoe - Midlake, Beyond The Wizards Sleeve

Stonecutters made them from stones

Chosen specially for you and I

Who will live inside

The mountaineers gathered timber

Piled high

In which to take along

Traveling many miles, knowing they’d get here

When they got here, all exhausted

On the roof leaks they got started

And now when the rain comes

We can be thankful

Ooh aah ooh

When the mountaineers

Saw that everything fit, they were

Glad and so they took off

Thought we were due for

A change or two

Around this place

When they get back they’re all mixed up with no one to stay with

The village used to be all one really needs

Now it’s filled with hundreds and hundreds of

Chemicals that mostly surround you

You wish to flee but it’s not like you

So listen to me, listen to me

Oh, oh, oh and when the morning comes

We will step outside

We will not find another man in sight

We like the newness, the newness of all

That has grown in our garden, struggling for so long

Whenever I was a child I wondered what if my name had changed into something

more productive like Roscoe

Been born in 1891

Waiting with my Aunt Rosaline

Thought we were due for

A change or two

Around this place

When they get back they’re all mixed up with no one to stay with

They roamed around and foraged

They made their house from cedars

They made their house from stone

Oh, they’re a little like you, and

They’re a little like me

We have all we need

Thought we were due for

A change or two

Around this place

(This place)

(This place)

When they get back they’re all mixed up with no one to stay with

(When they get back they’re all mixed up with no one to stay with)