Take My Photograph - Beta Radio

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