A thought dropped into my head
As I lay dying
This thought could have gone but here instead
Given my attention to detail and see how thoughts rest and how they turn
Grow and turn again into planted seeds of memories levelling and lost
Lost so they grow
Here comes the sun here it comes it won't wait for everyone
Taken a chance if no pace for a while
It came from the crust
It came at a pace
How like us to hesitate
Settled in a natural riot upon lines of the family tree
So close to touch so bury me before all my leaves have fallen
So I cannot say that
I've over stepped the line
All my leaves were falling
As I lay dying
All my leaves were falling
As I lay dying
All my leaves were falling falling
As I lay dying
Give us the man
Who wrote the words "˜we're all made like machines'
And I'll show him the seed
Plough him the seed
Plant it in deep we're not made like machines