Fields & flowers

Just a seed in the earth
Yeah the earth
Shot through a tube
Down in the grass, up into the sky

Is this real or am i sleeping?
Are these exclusive things?
Reflections of our language become
Surfaces we can feel

You don't have to try so hard
You don't have to work so hard

You don't have to work so hard

This is not a sunset
This is not a sunset
You're not looking at a sunset

No more fighting with ghosts
No more voices in your head
No more invisible waves
Tossing us around
Tossing us around
Tossing us around

Is this real or am i sleeping?
Are these expensive things?
Reflections of our language become
Surfaces we can feel