midlake - acts of man

If all that grows starts to fade, starts to falter 
Oh, let me inside, let me inside, not to wait 
Let all that run through the fields through the quiet, 
Go on with their, own with their own hidden ways 

When all newness of gold travels far from 
Where it had once been, 
Born like the earth over years 
And when the acts of man 
Cause the ground to break open 
Oh, let me inside, let me inside, not to wait 

Great are the sounds of all that live 
And all that man can hold 

If all that grows starts to fade, starts to falter 
Oh, let me inside, let me inside, not to wait 
Great are the sounds of all that live 
And all that man can hold 

Great are the sounds of all that live