Mount Street Cemetery by Pencarrow Lyrics

[Verse 1]
High up in a tree I sit
Hidden from the day to day
The north wind blows upon my face
With the tree I sway

Strange circumstances have led me here
The paths I chose so unaware

[Chorus]
And I feel cold, chilled down to the bone
Sensing a presence that’s not my own

[Verse 2]
You watch the world around you, little boy
Your fragile mind forsakes all
And while your youth escapes you, carry on
With the plagued desperation of your soul

There is a silence where hath been no sound
There is a cold no heat has ever known
Borne by mystery and fear
A beauty emerges unimpaired

[Chorus]
And I feel cold, chilled down to the bone
Sensing a presence that’s not my own