Sowing Season Paroles

And I hope you will forget
The things that I still lack
Is it in you now,
To better hear the truth that you have spoken
Twisted up by knaves
To make a trap for fools?
Is it in you now,
To watch the things you gave your life to, broken?
And then stop and build them up
With worn out tools?
Yeah...
Nothing gets so bad
That a whisper from your father couldn't fix it
He whispers like a bridge
It?s a river spanned
Take all that you have
And turn it into something you would miss if
Somebody threw that brick
That shattered all your plans
Yeah... Take some time and warm it with your hands
Before it's coming to an end
Do you miss the blend
Of color she left in your black and white field?
Do you feel condemned
Just for being there?
I am not your friend,
I'm just a man who knows how to feel,
I am not your friend,
not your lover and not your father
Yeah...
No time to get the seeds into the cold ground
It takes some time to grow anything.
Before it's all coming to an end, yeah.