Forever Fields (Sowing Season)

From the birds 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. (x4)

From beneath these bones,
God only knows,
who's 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 (x4)