Seeds We Sow

Soldiers of fortune that do conceal
Everything they're afraid to show
Everything they once gave now they just steal
Oh, the seeds we sow
Soldiers of
Fortune in paradise
We have to let ourselves let go
Running through their veins was water cold as ice
Oh, the seeds we sow
Sweet things, pretty things are dying
In the penny arcade of
Edgar Allan
PoeMedicine men have all gone off spying
Oh, the seeds we sow
Had a dream that you reached for me in the night
Touched me soft and slow
Everything was wrong but everything was right
Oh, the seeds we sow
Oh, the seeds we sow
Oh, the seeds we sow
Oh, the seeds we sow
Oh, the seeds we sow