I can breed like no friend of mine No friend of mine is asking for forgotten time Up in silence like some violent vine That's wrapped itself around my neck It's growing fine A type of new disease, I will break the chain The train is moving faster as it seems to run away I will follow and pass great plains Fields of fields of precious, precious people passing grain There've been times when I've slipped and fell I hit my head hard And the blood it did spill But your big hands helped To lift me up again And once on my feet You sent me back to myself