Waywardly we walk, and we curse those fickle circles in the dark
Well, seems like all we find on this spiral line is a garden in the mind
Tangled is the flesh, where it meets a solid concrete darling we're sullen at best
And you shed those kilos when
Sixty soaking wet and I pretend not to see them
While we're turning with the season
Never seems enough time
To put right and define
But how long till I know
Seed from stone
Seed from stone
Seed from stone
Seed from stone
Though it's not a breeze, it's a circle life but oh it's not a Topiary
Well, live while young, they said
Have I learned that yet
Or is it even worth teaching while we're staring at the ceiling
Never seems enough time
To put right and define
But how long till I know
Seed from stone
Seed from stone
Seed from stone
Seed from stone
Well the garden outgrew the state that we set
With bodies like roots beneath while we slept
The simplest truths are hard to accept, so hold on, hold on
I'm not made of stone, that you know
Here for a while, and I'm gone
I'm not made of stone, that you know
Here for a while, and I'm gone