From bird's 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 (timrs 4)
From beneath these bones
God only knows
Who is 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 (times 4)