Elbow
"Neat Little Rows"

My high priestess folded neatly, back in your box, oh Lord
Call the song he sang so sweetly, back in your box, oh Lord
Found myself a strider Tiger lifting my head,
Just like you said
Drown me now in doubt of fire, get me to bed.

Lay my bones in cobblestones
Lay my bones in neat little rows
Lay my bones in cobblestones
Lay my bones in neat little rows

Angels and idols, spiraling wild, wind in you necks
Landed gentry, ride on behind me, wind in your necks
Smokey progress, back room changes, let me back in
Put back the pin
'Cos now I follow sawn up pages, can't read the text, oh

Lay my bones in cobblestones
Lay my bones in neat little rows
Lay my bones in cobblestones
Lay my bones in neat little rows
Lay my bones in cobblestones
Lay my bones in neat little rows
Lay my bones in cobblestones
Lay my bones in neat little rows