The Residents Of Gloom

The State of Samuel

Compositor: Samuel Petersson

The residents of gloom and oil
Falling down into the soil
And we don't know who they are
They don't like your shooting star

I'll come down into their well
No more secrets left to tell
And the seasons, they will pass
Watermarks will turn to gas

And everywhere you go,
People look and they know
Forty men in a row
Everywhere that you go

The residents of gloom and oil
I'll be bent more than a coil
When we see through hasty days
All the time we spent away

And everywhere you go,
People look and they know
Forty men in a row
Everywhere that you go