It's like a tree is falling
Inside me every morning
Without warning
Timber
Late December calling
Inside a tree is falling
And all the world is turning
Beyond my gate
Since you left
Breath is shallow and I'm sleeping late
I hear my father calling
A tree is falling
Oh, don't you know
Little laddie-o
Breathing is the only way to breathe
Oh baby lamb, don't you know
How your garden grows
Sun and rain and scores of fallen trees
Fallen trees
And did you cause this fissure
That yawns away within me
Or did I bid you tumble backwards
Into blackness with me
I hear my father calling
Inside a tree is falling
No more your oily pedants
Those unholy relics
Ironic spectacles
Designer psychedelics
In fact, my heart is glowing
Is this a seedling growing
Is this a seedling growing
As I approach all-knowing
I drink till Monday and its timber
How does a fella lose a number
Oh, don't you know
Little laddie-o
Breathing is the only way to breathe
Oh baby lamb, don't you know
How your garden grows
Sun and rain and scores of fallen trees
Fallen trees
Oh baby lamb, don't you know
How your garden grows
Sun and rain and scores of fallen trees
Fallen trees
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