We'll stumble through the yard We'll stumble through the yard We'll stumble through the APT We'll stumble through the yard Forest forest floor a racing foliage in store Yellow mix with golden root Scan the graveyard dig the root Fallen Chant Fallen Chant Fallen Chant Fallen Chant It was round about midnight. Hipster town. Imagine going for a walk. Things get around to taking place. It's not a waste of time. The rich got a little poorer. Things get around to taking place if they're gonna happen at all. Don't need that jazz. Don't need that stuff. It was round about midnight. Hipster town. It was round about midnight. Hipster town.