There's always music playing near the fountains
And I don't think I've ever seen the band
The people, they walk briskly through the courtyard
With their kids and plastic bags in either hand
All this waiting and no one is calling out
The sound of footsteps makes room tones fade and drown
There are speakers on a pole in every corner
The wires go unchecked for days and days
Dry leaves gather at bases of buildings
What will become of here when wires fray, when wires fray
All this waiting and no one is calling out
The sound of footsteps makes room tones fade and drown
Like reveille at dawn to me, the floor is shaking
All this waiting and no one is calling out
Seven stones they stand on city limits with their backs to the town
No one knows the story, it's how they'd want it. It's how they wanted to be found
No escape, No relationship
No escape and only one to miss
There's the Fisher plot off highway twenty two
It overlooks the road from raised ground
Seven stones they stand on city limits with their backs to the town
No one knows the story, it's how they'd want it. It's how they wanted to be found
No escape, no relationship
I know I'm small-time, I know this city's mind, I've seen some places
So what I take and what I leave are one the same (one and the same)
They're nothing
Polar Bear Club - Olde Fisher Burial Ground Lyrics
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There's always music playing near the fountains
And I don't think I've ever seen the band
The people, they walk briskly through the courtyard
With their kids and plastic bags in either hand
All this waiting and no one is calling out
The sound of footsteps makes room tones fade and drown
There are speakers on a pole in every corner
The wires go unchecked for days and days
Dry leaves gather at bases of buildings
What will become of here when wires fray, when wires fray
All this waiting and no one is calling out
The sound of footsteps makes room tones fade and drown
Like reveille at dawn to me, the floor is shaking
All this waiting and no one is calling out
Seven stones they stand on city limits with their backs to the town
No one knows the story, it's how they'd want it. It's how they wanted to be found
No escape, No relationship
No escape and only one to miss
There's the Fisher plot off highway twenty two
It overlooks the road from raised ground
Seven stones they stand on city limits with their backs to the town
No one knows the story, it's how they'd want it. It's how they wanted to be found
No escape, no relationship
I know I'm small-time, I know this city's mind, I've seen some places
So what I take and what I leave are one the same (one and the same)
They're nothing
And I don't think I've ever seen the band
The people, they walk briskly through the courtyard
With their kids and plastic bags in either hand
All this waiting and no one is calling out
The sound of footsteps makes room tones fade and drown
There are speakers on a pole in every corner
The wires go unchecked for days and days
Dry leaves gather at bases of buildings
What will become of here when wires fray, when wires fray
All this waiting and no one is calling out
The sound of footsteps makes room tones fade and drown
Like reveille at dawn to me, the floor is shaking
All this waiting and no one is calling out
Seven stones they stand on city limits with their backs to the town
No one knows the story, it's how they'd want it. It's how they wanted to be found
No escape, No relationship
No escape and only one to miss
There's the Fisher plot off highway twenty two
It overlooks the road from raised ground
Seven stones they stand on city limits with their backs to the town
No one knows the story, it's how they'd want it. It's how they wanted to be found
No escape, no relationship
I know I'm small-time, I know this city's mind, I've seen some places
So what I take and what I leave are one the same (one and the same)
They're nothing