Static in sound 
Uncurable 
You plant the seed 
You fill the need 

We give to take 
Our eyes 
They burn 
Sensing the feel 
Feeling the real 

Burn to burn 
The seed we sow 
Burn to flow 
Into the sorrow 
Burn to burn 
The seed we sow 
Burn to grow 
Into the sorrow 

I'm staring deep 
I'm staring bleak 
I search in vain 
Your flower glows 
Your mother knows 

As winter comes 
As time passes 
We forget the 
Static in sound 

Static in sound 
Delusional 
You plant the seed 
You fill the need 

We give to take 
Our hands 
They learn 
Sensing the feel 
Feeling the real