Sowing Season

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Sowing Season - By Brand New

Sowing Season
By Brand New


Was losing all my friends

Was losing them 

To drinking, and to driving

Was losing all my friends,

But I got them back

I am on the mend.

At least now, I can say that I am trying

And I hope you will forget

Things I still lack.

Yeah. Yeah.

Is it in you now,

To bear to hear

The truth that you have spoken?

Twisted up by knaves,

To make a trap for fools?

Is it in you now,

To watch the things

You gave your life to broken?

And stoop, then build them up

With worn out tools?

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, oh

Yeah.

Nothing gets so bad,

A whisper from 

Your father couldn't fix it

He whispers like a bridge, 

It's a river spanned

Take all that you have,

And turn it into 

Something you would miss

If somebody threw that brick,

Shattered all your plans

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, oh.

Yeah.

No time to get the seeds

Into the cold ground.

It takes a while, to grow anything

Before it's coming to an end, yeah.

Before you put my body

In the cold ground

Take some time and

Warm it with your hands

Before it's coming to an end, yeah.

It's coming to an end, yeah.

Do you miss the blend, of color

She left in your black and white field?

Do you feel condemned

Just for being there?

I am not your friend

I am just a man who knows how to feel

I am not your friend

I'm not your lover, I'm not your family.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, oh.

Yeah.

No time to get the seeds

Into the cold ground

It takes a while, to grow anything,

Before it's coming to an end, yeah