"Timber" lyrics

It's like a tree is falling
Inside me every morning
Without warning
Timber
Late December calling
Inside a tree is falling

And all the world is turning
Beyond my gate
Since you left
Breath is shallow and I'm sleeping late
I hear my father calling
A tree is falling

Oh don't you know
Little laddie-o
Breathing is the only way to breathe
Oh baby lamb don't you know
How your garden grows
Sun and rain and scores of fallen trees

And did you cause this fissure
That yawns away within me
Or did I bid you
Tumble backwards into blackness with me
I hear my father calling
Inside a tree is falling

No more your oily pedants
Those unholy relics
Ironic spectacles
Designer psychedelics
In fact my heart is glowing
Is this a seedling growing

Is this a seedling growing
As I approach all-knowing
I drink 'til Monday and its timber
How does a fella lose a number

Oh don't you know
Little laddie-o
Breathing is the only way to breathe
Oh baby lamb don't you know
How your garden grows
Sun and rain and scores of fallen trees