King's Nose - Oh Sees

Post a guard upon the hill

Thumb your nose at all we’ve built

Empty pockets bring me down

I stalk the grounds around and listen for the sound

I follow Gods around the hill

I thumb my nose at all they’ve built

Empty gardens bring me down

I stalk the grounds around and listen for the sound

There are men under the hill

Building houses, keeping them still

Empty sockets bring me down

They will not hark again, even for the sound