Seeds We Sow - Lindsey Buckingham

Soldiers of fortune they 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

Had to let ourselves let go Running through our veins was water cold as ice

Oh, the seeds we sow

Oh, ta, ta, ta Oh, ta, ta, ta Sweet things, pretty things are dying

In the penny arcade of Edgar Allan Poe

Medicine men have all gone off spying

Oh, the seeds we sow

I 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, ta, ta, ta Oh, ta, ta, ta Oh, ta, ta, ta Oh, ta, ta, ta Oh, oh, the seeds we sow

Oh, oh, the seeds we sow

Oh, oh, the seeds we sow

Oh, the seeds we sow