Shifting horizons beyond all the pylons, a figure in the distance and
Wandering for hours by Martello towers, the figure always follows
And the ferns and the bends and the mist that descends
The sands slip away and there's no digging here
If they'd left it alone, it would have been fine down there
If I'd stayed at home, I could have left it there
If they'd left me alone, with the dust and bones
Find me a place to hide, bring me from Maldehyde
And brick me up inside, and I will be fine down there
Some things are best left lost
Some things are best left lost
