Take my photograph my portrait
Don't hang it on a wall for me
Give it up to my mother
Or to my colony of bees
On a ceremony sunday
Sitting in cemetery trees
It is all vanity yet i know
There is a little light i still see
Oh i am arranged oh i am arranging
Oh i am arranging you to be to be changed
I am arranged oh i am arranging
Oh i am arranging you to be to be changed
Touch my head upon the water
So in light it will now show
Lay my hand down on the altar
For inside a sickness grows
I am wasted on the waiting
Is it right that i would know?
Lay your hand down on me a term
In the garden that you've sown
Oh i am arranged oh i am arranging
Oh i am arranging you to be to be changed
I am arranged oh i am arranging
Oh i am arranging you to be to be changed
To be changed
Take me sparrow
Don't hang it on the wall for me
I'm laid in narrow
I'm waiting on my colony