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