| Song | Seeds We Sow |
| Artist | Lindsey Buckingham |
| Album | Seeds We Sow |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : LINDSEY BUCKINGHAM | |
| Soldiers of fortune that do conceal | |
| Everything they're afraid to show | |
| Everything they once gave now they just steal | |
| Oh, the seeds we sow | |
| Soldiers of | |
| Fortune in paradise | |
| We have to let ourselves let go | |
| Running through their veins was water cold as ice | |
| Oh, the seeds we sow | |
| Sweet things, pretty things are dying | |
| In the penny arcade of | |
| Edgar Allan | |
| PoeMedicine men have all gone off spying | |
| Oh, the seeds we sow | |
| Had a dream that you reached for me in the night | |
| Touched me soft and slow | |
| Everything was wrong but everything was right | |
| Oh, the seeds we sow | |
| Oh, the seeds we sow | |
| Oh, the seeds we sow | |
| Oh, the seeds we sow | |
| Oh, the seeds we sow |
| zuo qu : LINDSEY BUCKINGHAM | |
| Soldiers of fortune that do conceal | |
| Everything they' re afraid to show | |
| Everything they once gave now they just steal | |
| Oh, the seeds we sow | |
| Soldiers of | |
| Fortune in paradise | |
| We have to let ourselves let go | |
| Running through their veins was water cold as ice | |
| Oh, the seeds we sow | |
| Sweet things, pretty things are dying | |
| In the penny arcade of | |
| Edgar Allan | |
| PoeMedicine men have all gone off spying | |
| Oh, the seeds we sow | |
| Had a dream that you reached for me in the night | |
| Touched me soft and slow | |
| Everything was wrong but everything was right | |
| Oh, the seeds we sow | |
| Oh, the seeds we sow | |
| Oh, the seeds we sow | |
| Oh, the seeds we sow | |
| Oh, the seeds we sow |
| zuò qǔ : LINDSEY BUCKINGHAM | |
| Soldiers of fortune that do conceal | |
| Everything they' re afraid to show | |
| Everything they once gave now they just steal | |
| Oh, the seeds we sow | |
| Soldiers of | |
| Fortune in paradise | |
| We have to let ourselves let go | |
| Running through their veins was water cold as ice | |
| Oh, the seeds we sow | |
| Sweet things, pretty things are dying | |
| In the penny arcade of | |
| Edgar Allan | |
| PoeMedicine men have all gone off spying | |
| Oh, the seeds we sow | |
| Had a dream that you reached for me in the night | |
| Touched me soft and slow | |
| Everything was wrong but everything was right | |
| Oh, the seeds we sow | |
| Oh, the seeds we sow | |
| Oh, the seeds we sow | |
| Oh, the seeds we sow | |
| Oh, the seeds we sow |