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PERFORMING ARTISTS
SikTh
SikTh
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dan Weller
Dan Weller
Songwriter
Dan Foord
Dan Foord
Composer
Graham Pinney
Graham Pinney
Songwriter
James Leach
James Leach
Songwriter
Mikee Goodman
Mikee Goodman
Lyrics

Letra

You will never really know until Youve learnt to lead Never understand until youve sown the Seed You can gather information with the Will to read But you'll never really know until Youve sown the seed We live and learn to fly away Travel through the clouds to fly Away Thought to save as blessins somedays Learnt When tables turn and bridges soon Then burn While the moral mans making trees From the gathered leaves We gather round the fire and smoke to Sea For you will never know where some Ideas can lead You will never know until youve sown The seed The sea Way beyond the fond old river (Way beyond the fond old river) Paint is bled to form the shiver Shiver (Shiver shiver shiver) While the metal gathers moss (While the metal gathers moss) And you standing on the gloss.well We seem to only really know of these Ways to feed Microwave our meals the oranges We peel You can know the station by the sign You read But you'll never really know until Youve learnt to lead We live and learn to fly away Travel through the clouds to find Your way Thought to save as blessins somedays Learnt When thunder turns can blossom soon Be earned? While the feral mans making trees From the gathered leaves We gathered round the fire and smoked The sea For you will never know where some Ideas can lead You will never know until youve sown The seed Way beyond the fond old river (Way beyond the fond old river) Paint is bled to form the shiver Shiver (Shiver shiver shiver) While the metal gathers moss (While the metal gathers moss) And you standing on the gloss.well We had. we had admired to fly away We had. we had admired to fly away Again We had we had admired the flight to Far away again Now those lakes are stains. drained And gone The leaves they float and somedays They do turn Within that hole under sea Way past the shell Now you can see Beyond those trees And tears could be ridden Ignore the din of pained paper clones Though
Writer(s): Mikee W. Goodman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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