Giles Corey Winter's House
Oh, my love, my ancient son
Angry at everyone
Mouth full of thorns pulled from nature's back
Yeah, we'll never forget that
Born on an ancient day
Named with an ancient name
They don't know, they don't care
They don't notice that you're there
Oh, my love, my ancient son
Pacing your attic floor
God's in his church with his guilty spires
Yeah, he's no friend of ours
Kings of a rising tide
Nursing our wounded sides
We don't know, we don't care
We don't notice that you're there
