Live, learn, and let it lie.
Skip to the end to wonder why
And I lay down
Here you’ll find that we all are,
Blossoms that bloom to fall apart
And I lay down
So abba father are you sleeping
As we toil through your gardens keeping?
So I’ll lay down and begin to grow,
Right beneath your garden window
Keep your tired hands to ground,
As blood feeds the dirt to which you’re bound
And I lay down
Here you’ll find that we’ve all been dead men
And I lay down