Have I reached the highest high?
Have I sunken the lowest low?
Pseptember's harvest comes
And the rye rots and goes
I over did it this time
What tomorrow holds
Pseptember's harvest comes
With a new one to hold
Singing faces
Bitter smiles
Lost our places
Backed up for miles
Lost the other
Lost our mind
World collapses
Soon you'll find
When the rye rots
And the weed is overgrown
Pslip outside
Cut down all you know
Ecstacy and wonder
Dreams from the unknown
Harvest you'll reap, Harvest you'll sow
Reach out through space and time
Drift off and loose your mind
Wake up and soon you'll find
Reach out through space and time