Static in sound
Uncurable
You plant the seed
You fill the need

We give to take
Our eyes
They burn
Sensing the feel
Feeling the real

Burn to burn
The seed we sow
Burn to flow
Into the sorrow
Burn to burn
The seed we sow
Burn to grow
Into the sorrow

I'm staring deep
I'm staring bleak
I search in vain
Your flower glows
Your mother knows

As winter comes
As time passes
We forget the
Static in sound

Static in sound
Delusional
You plant the seed
You fill the need

We give to take
Our hands
They learn
Sensing the feel
Feeling the real