From the birds eye view, God only knew
We were too rich to entice, too poor for a price
There's no life in these seeds, it's the growth of disease
It's sowing season in these forever fields.
It's sowing season in these forever fields.
It's sowing season in these forever fields.
It's sowing season in these forever fields.
From beneath these bones, God only knows
Who's too dark to reach, too bright to teach
There's no life in these seeds, it's the growth of disease
It's sowing season in these forever fields.
It's sowing season in these forever fields.
It's sowing season in these forever fields.
It's sowing season in these forever fields.