We were the core seeds

we cover heads to rest our bones
(we cover for the throwing stones)
we travel with our stories told
(they think they know us but they don't)

we sing our gentle songs of hope
(we sing along a fire cold)
we blow away the winds of gold
(my tripper's gone)

and they laugh as we stumble
cry as we rise
on this mountain I found my goal in time
of course it is windy, our frozen fingers won't shine
still their eyes are closed
I suppose they think they know us but they

don't know what we know
to kneel
(to feel)
the real
(is all)

and where all the animals go
we build our homes on feeble stocks
we were the core seeds
now we plead
low

they say
trust the bible
trust the banker
there is a reason
there are monsters sleeping
and now we can hear messy hearts beating
there is a wall between
they think they know us, but they

don't know what we know
to kneel
(to feel)
the real
(is all)

and where all the animals go
we build our homes on feeble stocks
we were the core seeds
now we plead
low

seduce me, attract me
produce me, come swallow me
I'd loose it all to shine

outside our skin and hearts
we'll see the rain pour down