[00:15.00](Brooker / Fisher / Reid)
[00:15.54]For you (whose eyes were opened wide whilst mine refused to see)
[00:26.40]I'm sore in need of saving grace.
[00:32.64]Be kind and humour me
[00:37.74]I'm lost amidst a sea of wheat where people speak but seldom meet
[01:28.56]And grief and laughter, strange but true
[01:49.53]Although they die, they seldom cry
[02:29.25]An ode by any other name
[02:35.07]I know might read more sweet
[02:39.96]Perhaps the sun will never shine upon my field of wheat
[02:50.94]But still in closing, let me say for those too sick, too sick to see though nothing shows, yes, someone knows
[03:20.34]I wish that one was me