Chapels - Giant Rooks

When I’m shivering in the morning dust again

Then I sliver stale bread and give it to the doves

They are fluttering around me at the old marketplace

And then I worship somehow when we’re thinking out loud

What’s the chapel of mine?

I begged you as we walked the brown meadows

All the colours were much more intense 'cause it had rained before

And the chapels I know are warm and inside

Are multi-entwined aisles I need to define

So that I could see its tortuous structures

I thought that you

Could lead me through

When I’m shivering in the morning dust again

Then I sliver stale bread and give it to the doves

They are fluttering around me at the old marketplace

And I worship somehow when we’re thinking out loud

What’s the chapel of mine?

I begged you as we walked the brown meadows

All colours were much more intense 'cause it’d rained before

What’s the chapel of mine?

I begged you as we walked the brown meadows

All colours were much more intense 'cause it’d rained before

You believe to be on an ill-fated ship

But got enough time, live a satisfying life on it

And where all common-sense is gone

People want the chapels for their own

You believe to be on an ill-fated ship

But got enough time, live a satisfying life on it

And where all common-sense is gone

People want the chapels for their own

And where all common-sense is gone

People want the chapels for their own

And where all common-sense is gone

People want the chapels for their own

And where all common sense is gone

People want the chapels for their own

And the chapels I know are warm and inside

Are multi-entwined aisles I need to define

So that I could see its tortuous structures

I thought that you

Could lead me through