作曲 : Mystery Jets
Making Dens - Mystery Jets

I have a plane

One of the few

With roundels on it＇s wings

Lullaby for me and for you

When it flys high it sings

Rock me to sleep

With que sara

Dear monde do you suppose

As I feel my eyelids close

The otherside is not so far

I dug a hole

Under the ground

And made myself a den

It＇s there that I can be found

Not if you return but when

There＇s a place

A place called Hell

Spend some time there

In the dark I cast a spell

To bury all

All of my fears

Oh D    ( )
Oh D

Oh D

I would but I couldn＇t spell your name

Once I fell from a great height


A voice spoke from the graveyard ( )
＇Not yet＇ I said


And all this time I＇ve been making dens

And I＇m still making them now

And I know  I know

I can never make ammends

But I＇ve got to reach you somehow

I can tie my laces (Ohh Oh)

On my own shoes and I can (Ohh Oh)

Count up to to thirty too

Oh D

Oh D

Oh D

I would but I couldn＇t spell your name


There are so few words


I waited

A long time

And I never  never came back

I see you often

In everyday places

I want to





And I can＇t find the words

Oh I can＇t find the words

And I can＇t find the words



They won＇t come

(La la la la la)