Lyrics Far Out - Live - Ben Howard

Tell me is there vacancy at the house beyond the trees
I′m in the fountain of asking
Oh no, I'm asking

Always a diamond to make, everybody smiling on the take
Everybody wheeling around, just to make the sun come down
Calling
Clearing

Over the top they all cried, mad, the murder in their eye
Ten walked out one Sunday to fill the sky in
There was no one to see, just a boy beyond the trees
Picking psilocybin

Far out
So far out

"Time to make a new plan"
Said the gravedigger man
"How am I to make a killing
What with all of this living?
It′s abysmal the state of the union"

And the dogs begin to howl as they walked through empty mile
Last the trees did lean in to make a suggestion
"Well, we know where they all hang near the hoodlums and the gangs
Those that read all the books stacked to the ceiling
They've been cutting us down, they've been messing us around
And they asked us all to stay a-sleeping
Treason
Yeah, we call it treason!"

There′s time to wail around
There′s a time to be aware
There's a time to make it all so nice and even
Well, he stood in the hall
Feeling good and proud and tall
Found a meaning to a long-forgotten secret
I was waking in the bath
Void of purpose, void of path
When I heard them on the outside of the district

Far out
So far out

One said, "The violence has begun, we′re together all as one
If we don't act now, it′ll be tomorrow"
Well, I've seen this show before, so I left and closed the door
When out walking into the nearest forest clearing
There was no one we′ll see, just a boy beyond the trees
Picking psilocybin

Far out
So far out

Tell me is there vacancy at the house beyond the trees
I am in the forest of asking
Oh no, I'm asking