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