Mr. Chesty - Dead Meadow

Through cabinets and cupboards

Closed attics and the like

Down crooked crumbled alleyways

Of cloud covered night

I searched the high, searched the low

Not sure what I’d find

But hoping I would know when comes

Some sort of sign

«A cloud was on the mind of men

And wailing went the weather»

Yes Mr. Chesterton now I’m doing better

«A cloud was on the mind of men…»

Yes Mr. Chesterton now I’m doing better

If I was left a wreck, bent body and soul

The dreams I’ve had, purest gold

So I will hope that what a man hopes for

In the end is really what that man is worth