Timber

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