From a bird's eye view God only knew That 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 It's sowing season, in these forever fields It's sowing season, in these forever fields It's sowing season, in these forever fields From beneath these bones God only knows Who's dark to reach And 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 It's sowing season, in these forever fields It's sowing season, in these forever fields It's sowing season, in these forever fields