Slowly softly sink
Drip, drop, drift, descend downwards
And settle beneath
Slowly softly sink
Drip, drop, drift, descend downwards
And settle beneath
Lining your pockets
To pay for things you don’t need
What price is freedom?
An evening stroll
Low light through freshly cut grass
Making memories
Our leafy brothers
Always watching over us
So we chop them down
The magic of fire
Transforming oak into ash
We will rise like smoke
Is this just a dream?
Am I awake or asleep?
Falling into light
Another day fades
Weeks turn into months again
The years roll away
Tufted turf tussocks
Clump in hillocks and hummocks
Of fecund verdure
And when we’re gone
We’ll go back to where we’re from
Rising in the smoke
Like a little weed
I’ll be climbing up your walls
Until they fall down