Making Dens Lyrics

I have a plane,
One of the few
With roundels on its wings.
Lullaby for me and for you,
When it flys high it sings
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Rock me to sleep
With que sara,
Dear monde do you suppose?
As I feel my eyelids close,
The otherside is not so far.

I dug a hole
Under the ground
And made myself a den.
It's there that I can be found,
Not if you return but when.

There's a place
A place called Hell,
Spend some time there,
In the dark I cast a spell
To bury all,
All of my fears.

Oh D... (?)
Oh D...
Oh D...
I would but I couldn't spell your name.

Once I fell from a great height,
'Are you ready? I've come for you'
A voice spoke from the graveyard (?)
'Not yet' I said,
'Got some things to do.'

And all this time I've been making dens,
And I'm still making them now.
And I know, I know
I can never make ammends,
But I've got to reach you somehow.

I can tie my laces (Ohh Oh)
On my own shoes and I can (Ohh Oh)
Count up to to thirty too.

Oh D... (?)
Oh D...
Oh D...
I would but I couldn't spell your name.

I'm sorry
There are so few words
... (?)
I waited
A long time
And I never, never came back.
I see you often
In everyday places
I want to ... (?)
But I can't find the words.
But I can't find the words.
And I can't find the words
Oh I can't find the words.
And I can't find the words.
And I can't find the words.
They won't come.

(La la la la la)