Bad Seeds

(I’m spinning new dreams by the skin of my teeth, don’t give me bad seeds, I’m

tryna’ turn leaves)

Slow down and swim back for us now,

Look around,

Crowds of faces smiling proud.

Crimson sky to mark the mourning,

I prayed to God you heard him calling,

Dead of night an angel falling

You ripped the clothes from off your back,

Let the sirens draw you out.

(I’m spinning new dreams by the skin of my teeth, don’t give me bad seeds, I’m

tryna’ turn leaves)

(I’m spinning new dreams by the skin of my teeth, don’t give me bad seeds, I’m

tryna’ turn leaves)

Swept up and breathless in the dark

Desperate for howling seas to calm

Crimson sky to mark the mourning,

I prayed to God you heard him calling,

Dead of night an angel falling

You ripped the clothes from off your back,

Let the sirens draw you out.

(I’m spinning new dreams by the skin of my teeth, don’t give me bad seeds, I’m

tryna’ turn leaves)

(I’m spinning new dreams by the skin of my teeth, don’t give me bad seeds, I’m

tryna’ turn leaves)

Pain drowning your heart,

Friends saying ‘we knew it from the start’

If we did it wouldn’t of got this far

Guess we’ll never know (never know)