Returning To Seed (Original Mix)

I'm going down,

I'm going London.

returning to soil.

returning to seed.

I don't know where I've been,

but it is not here where I belong.

So, I will sleep now

and i will dream of tomorrow

On the branch of the wild pear tree

he sits, a spangled starling.

Each morning I watch for him,

with the sun he comes with song.

In the breath that moves

through wooden flutes.

in the sigh

of the strings of a dilruba,

in the lament of a spanish guitar,

I remember

here in the soil,

I remember

here in the seed,

I remember

I'm going down,

I'm going under.

I'm returning to soil.

I'm returning to seed.

i'm returning to you

I don't know where I've been,

but it is not here with you where I belong.

So, I will sleep now and dream of tomorrow,

So, I will sleep now and dream of tomorrow