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