I've dropped a batch of seedlings, see they've set up shop upon the lawn I'll rake them into quiet piles and scratch the earth until they're gone
Oh darling, it's not mine to know, what son will strike a lighter blow and leave you better off to show Don't do me kind, don't let me call upon a tongue I drew before I came to rest a bitter guest-- best show me kindly to the door
I left a mark upon their wall Don't ask me where (I can't recall)
No great escape was ever made to sit cross-legged in a grave, to wait for dark, to pray for rain I'll spare the print to speak it plain: we've long since lost a plot to claim The bells are pealing out our names (to smoke them out the way they came)
It left its mark upon my wall Don't ask me where (I can't recall)