Текст Beta Radio – Take My Photograph

On a ceremony sunday
Sitting in cemetery trees
It is all vanity yet I know
There is a little light I still see
Oh I am arranged oh I am arranging
Oh I am arranging you to be to be changed
I am arranged oh I am arranging
Oh I am arranging you to be to be changed
Touch my head upon the water
So in light it will now show
Lay my hand down on the altar
For inside a sickness grows
I am wasted on the waiting
Is it right that I would know?
Lay your hand down on me a term
In the garden that you’ve sown
Oh I am arranged oh I am arranging
Oh I am arranging you to be to be changed
I am arranged oh I am arranging
Oh I am arranging you to be to be changed
To be changed
Take me sparrow
Don’t hang it on the wall for me
I’m laid in narrow
I’m waiting on my colony