Lately the kidney has become weak and drier The dwindling rabbit holes, the dream of the fire I prick my ears up, I smell the scent The flames blue and green I've got my reasons too I'm telling you all it's something true And I can't call it my own We'll stack the pyre, set it on fire, the smoke'll rise higher Dry gra**es burning, the embers are learning, the wind isn't turning The rain isn't ready yet and I don't think we'll ever let this laburnum tree get wet And you've got your reasons too You're caught up in something true The earth with it's bits of clay and bones of forefathers Dampens more day by day and the seeds are soon smothered The forest in disarray embraces new colours I'm changing season too, yeah I'm twisting in something true And I can't call it my own We'll stack the pyre, set it on fire, the smoke'll rise higher Dry gra**es burning, the embers are learning, the wind isn't turning The rain isn't ready yet and I don't think we'll ever let this laburnum tree get wet And you've got your reasons too You're caught up in something true And it's here we stand, it feels like home to me The burnt wood ash scattered oh, so free I've got my reasons too (I've got my reasons too) I'm caught up in something true And I can't call it my own We'll stack the pyre, set it on fire, the smoke'll rise higher Dry gra**es burning, the embers are learning, the wind isn't turning The rain isn't ready yet and I don't think we'll ever let this laburnum tree get wet And you've got your reasons too You're caught up in something true Ditto