You asked on the train if anybody planned it
Everything here is carefully planted
River runs through the heart of the center
No straight lines in the minds of our planters
We bring it about, but we don't control it
Walk in and out, but we can't patrol it
There's an order, set by the system's need
There's a border here, like the shell of a seed
No hard line between farm and forest
Not everything that grows on the land grows for us
But it all grows together, like the voices in a chorus
What we want is a farm that could pretty much ignore us
There's no beginning and no end
Just endless, endless, endless bend
We curve and curve in so many spaces
Curl and twirl, never run out of places
There's no beginning and no end
Just endless, endless, endless bend
We curve and curve in so many spaces
Curl and twirl, never run out of places