Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Making Dens, artist - Mystery Jets.
Date of issue: 05.03.2006
Song language: English
Making Dens |
I have a plane |
One of the few |
With roundels on its wings |
Lullaby for me and for you |
When it flies high it sings |
Rock me to sleep |
With que sara |
Dear monde do you suppose? |
As I feel my eyelids close |
The other side 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 |
'Are you ready? |
I’ve come for you' |
A voice spoke from the graveyard (?) |
'Not yet' I said |
'Got some things to do.' |
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 |
I’m sorry |
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 … (?) |
But I can’t find the words |
But I can’t find the words |
And I can’t find the words |
Oh I can’t find the words |
And I can’t find the words |
And I can’t find the words |
They won’t come |
(La la la la la) |