Besedila: Midlake. Some Of Them Were Superstitious.

Some of them were superstitious
Sitting with their backs facing the orchard
All of them with mittens on their hands and feet
Were waiting there for winter

Thousands on the freeze
Well, I could never join them there
And we dare not bother
But couldn't help but holler, yeah

There's no use in hiding
The joy from the bright new sun
I could wait for winter
Better if it never comes

Some of them were superstitious
Watching them parade around the town square
Some of them were praising
While cold and simply 'cause they don't know better

Someone to protect them
Someone to keep track of them
No, I don't believe them
I would rather holler, yeah

There's no use in hiding
The joy from the bright new sun
Now you say you're leaving
But leaving will just bring you down

Can you operate machines like that?
Miles a day on tough terrain and grass

I'm not sure if we will meet again
I guess it depends on which company you're in

Oh wait, you're gone, you're gone
So soon, so soon, so long
But life in the words for someone
And you're someone

So soon, so soon, so long
And when you're gone, you're gone
And life, it works for someone
You're someone, you're someone
You're someone