Take my photograph my portrait
Don't hang it on a wall for me
Give it up to my mother
Or to my colony of bees
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
Writer(s): Benjamin Mabry, Brent Holloman
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