midlake... specifically their 2nd album 'the trials of van occupanther'.
stonecutters made them from stones | chosen specially for you and I | who will live inside | the mountaineers gathered tender | piled high | in which to take along | driving many miles, knowing they'd get here | when they got here, all exhausted | on the roof leaks they got started | and now when the rain comes | we can be thankful | ooh aah ooh | when the mountaineers | saw that everything fit, they were | glad and so they took off | thought we were devoid | a change or two | around this place | when they get back they're all mixed up with no one to stay with | the village used to be all one really needs | that's filled with hundreds and hundreds of | chemicals that mostly surround you | you wish to flee but it's not like you | so listen to me, listen to me | oh, oh, oh and when the morning comes | we will step outside | we will not find another man inside | we like the newness, the newness of all | that has grown in our garden soaking for so long | whenever I was a child I wondered what if my name had changed into something more productive like Roscoe | been born in 1891 | waiting with my Aunt Rosaline | thought we were devoid | a change or two | around this place | when they get back they're all mixed up with no one to stay with | 1891 | they looked around the forest | they made their house from cedars | they made their house from stones | oh, they're a little like you, and | they're a little like me | when they're falling me | thought we were devoid | a change or two | around this place | (this place) | (this place) | when they get back they're all mixed up with no one to stay with | (when they get back they're all mixed up with no one to stay with)