Ben Howard - Metaphysical Cantations

Fireworks smoke in the valley
It's a working man's day
I'm working
On turning me around
Lifting me out here
To be the one that causes affectations
We're searching for Tanit's tomb

Tell her to come and visit me
Metaphysical cantations
Tell her to come and visit me
Metaphysical cantations

Fireworks smoke in the valley
It's a working man's day
Call it what you will
Call it master
Or the echo turning
Both sides of the coin


Tell her to come and visit me
Metaphysical cantations
Tell her to come and visit me
Metaphysical cantations

That's it, that's us
Hard to pick the winter from the orchard
Gatekeeper
Dancing through the arch to mark the other
Wide eyed, what else?
The snapping of the neck of some small creature
Wide eyed, what else?
A dew drop found to be an oracle
That's it, that's us
The master or the echo calling
That's it, that's us
Hard to pick the winter from the orchard
Wide eyed, what else?
The snapping of the neck of some small rabbit
Wide eyed, what else?
The master of the echo calling
We're searching for Tanit's tomb

Tell her to come and visit me
Metaphysical cantations
Tell her to come and visit me
Metaphysical cantations

Tell her to come and visit me
Metaphysical cantations
Tell her to come and visit me
Metaphysical cantations

Lifting me up I see large houses, large houses, large houses
In privateers
Lifting me up I see large houses, large houses, large houses
In privateers
We're searching for Tanit's tomb