Seeds

Seeds were parting at your touch
Wild fruit were falling from the buds

We parted at the foot of the park and you were

Gone, gone
Gone, gone

You climbed towers with a broken hand
We taped towels to the window trim

We parted at the foot of the park
We parted at the foot of the park

Gone, gone
Gone, gone



Credits
Writer(s): Elizabeth Provencher, Stephane Carreau, Jason Neil Attwill
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