Sunflower Fields
Taken
French sunflower fields
It's easy for you
A long way from home
Mother
Camped close by her fire
Never leaving to wander
But still cold and alone
Left out of a crowd
You spent some time thinking
A place here or there
But the music played on
Waiting for a start
You bought a bit part in a game
But faded your calling
Then play on
And when the words came out of the serpent's mouth
You tried your hardest to forget what they said
And when the sun came up on your porcelain skin
You gotta plan for the worst and then hope for the best
I'm singin'
Time
Sipping at her soul
Sipping at her soul
Time
Sipping at her soul
Sipping at her soul
Taken
French sunflower fields
It's easy for you
A long way from home
Child
Searching for a face
Waiting for a seat, at the table
But she can't find her place
And when the hand swung round on the eleventh bell
They're gonna paint you as another fading star
And when the moonlight fades into delicate day
You're just another burnt lover with a bleeding heart
You know that
Time
Sipping at her soul
Sipping at her soul
Time
Sipping at her soul
Sipping at her soul
French sunflower fields
It's easy for you
A long way from home
Mother
Camped close by her fire
Never leaving to wander
But still cold and alone
Left out of a crowd
You spent some time thinking
A place here or there
But the music played on
Waiting for a start
You bought a bit part in a game
But faded your calling
Then play on
And when the words came out of the serpent's mouth
You tried your hardest to forget what they said
And when the sun came up on your porcelain skin
You gotta plan for the worst and then hope for the best
I'm singin'
Time
Sipping at her soul
Sipping at her soul
Time
Sipping at her soul
Sipping at her soul
Taken
French sunflower fields
It's easy for you
A long way from home
Child
Searching for a face
Waiting for a seat, at the table
But she can't find her place
And when the hand swung round on the eleventh bell
They're gonna paint you as another fading star
And when the moonlight fades into delicate day
You're just another burnt lover with a bleeding heart
You know that
Time
Sipping at her soul
Sipping at her soul
Time
Sipping at her soul
Sipping at her soul
Credits
Writer(s): Bradley Alan Craig, Zackary Benjamin Sandeman Hawkins, Jesse Nathaniel Milbank Hawkins, Yoni Yahel
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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