Gypsy Major from Lamb Faucet by Lamb Faucet

(Likening the lightning to the mishap of those misfits
And you ruminate and ya contemplate the sightings of the missing
While you talk about the takings with your likeness that'll listen
Yet a feeling you've conceived of deep inside won't let you miss them
Although the people losing their life savings by omission
Through deliverance to somewhere by a someone thru a listing
Lost their loved ones and possessions due to a series of misgivings
Most of them were taken somewhere due to warranted opinions
Like lightning doesn't strike by calculations or proceedings
Losing people who aren't needed is important despite grievings
And power up above will blow everything to pieces
Just like lightning from above the takings placate all your reasons)

Steal their bodies back
Inside a casket in the sand
Listen to the sorrow
Like a casket in your hand

Steal their bodies back
Inside a casket in the sand
Listen to the sorrow
Like a casket in your hand

(Never go where you might know
Never know where you might go
Never feed the hand that bleed
Never take the weigh that feeds)

(Wonder at their lost location and see absent positions
Yer barking at the vacant streets and at the moon yer hissing
Travel into havens for some safe secure provisions
Trap inside the cellphone towers, radiate positions
Tracking on a broadband wire, sealing intuitions
Hear real sinewave signal sight radioing locations

Feel it closing in, a gang of large local physicians
Were you feeding into the feelings of the large and loft patricians
When they told you there was nothing worth inquiring inquisition?
Did you manage to believe that with the magnitude of missing?)

Steal their bodies back
Inside a casket in the sand
Listen to the sorrow
Like a casket in your hand

Steal their bodies back
Inside a casket in the sand
Listen to the sorrow
Like a casket in your hand

• Alternative
• folk
• indie folk
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