[03:29.00](Brooker / Fisher / Reid)
[03:29.00]For you (whose eyes were opened wide whilst mine refused to see)
[03:29.00]I'm sore in need of saving grace.
[03:29.00]Be kind and humour me
[03:29.00]I'm lost amidst a sea of wheat where people speak but seldom meet
[03:29.00]And grief and laughter, strange but true
[03:29.00]Although they die, they seldom cry
[03:29.00]An ode by any other name
[03:29.00]I know might read more sweet
[03:29.00]Perhaps the sun will never shine upon my field of wheat
[03:29.00]But still in closing, let me say for those too sick, too sick to see though nothing shows, yes, someone knows
[03:29.00]I wish that one was me