The Jungler - Midlake

Oh it must be over there

See in the tall weed

With his head leaned by an anthill

By some water with a trumpet

Lightly sleeps the jungler

But I’m not too sure

That we’d go out like that

So when we’re older maybe sooner

We’ll take the fumes from factories to love us

Half important not important

Not unless you go for gusto

Maybe we could overtake him

With a trumpet

Lightly sleeps the jungler

Wakes up and there goes with the gold

But not all the gold

Safely waits in this place

And when it’s clear I’ll get our gold

I’ll get our gold

When we’re older

We will thank the jungler

For all the gold that comes

Out our pockets