The Seed Feat. Jake Reid

Empty is a place that I have extreme contempt for
and they all know my face, I'm always on a restless detour
I haven't touched my sheets

I shovel sage 'til nine and dream of liberating banter
of why life's only fine and half the world is fighting cancer
I haven't washed my clothes
'til the guilt kicked in

Space, I need my space,
This guilt seeps into my space
and it's growing inside of me
I need my space,
The seed, the seed is growing.
It's growing inside of me.

Empty is a place that I have extreme contempt for
and they all know my face, I'm always on a restless detour
I haven't touched my sheets, 'til the guilt kicked in

It's a crying beauty when the sun begins to shine
If only for a moment, a light goes on inside
It's a crying beauty when this warmth on my face
nuzzles at me gently and seeps into my space

Seeps into my space



Credits
Writer(s): George Laycock, Dai Borthwick
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