Laying with the seeds
Thoughts turn into weeds
Petals stem the bleed
Don't know when or where I'm growing
But I hope you're there
Standing the breeze
Wind turns pod to peas
Lows rain gasoline
Don't know when or where I'm flowing
But I hope you're there
Carbon flakes they scheme and choking
Take them with me, we'll keep spinning black
Don't know when or where I'm rolling
But I hope you're there
Floating out to sea
Dock turns into deep
Land just out of reach
Don't know when or where I'm going
But I hope you're there