Miniatures
Seeds
In the city it's a good place to playWhere there's no educationFor the miserable ways of manWe are wicked, wicked manAnd if we are just kids who've grownSearching for reason or digging for goldOh yesLeave me the prettiest mask[Chorus]We were seeds in the gardenThat were never, ever to growYou were the oceanAnd I was the desertWhen you were young, your soul was on fireYou carried potential of a monumental moldOh, were you ever told'And if we are just kids who've grownSearching for reason or digging for goldOh yesLeave me the prettiest mask [Chorus: x3]
From Letras Mania