[Verse 1]
Bring back hedgerows
Lost in echoes
Found in shadows
Gone like sparrows
Where do roots go?
What do birds know?
Why the elbow?
Who goes there?
How now?

[Verse 2]
Yes, no, maybe
It’s all gravy
More haste, less speed
Like an oak tree
Sweet pea tendrils
Creeping scent filled
Wafting slowly
Over you and I