[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