X - Burn to burn

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