Ocean Is Theory Plant Your Fields
We set sail to this thing called trust
The plans of the righteous are just
(your plans are just, your plans are just)
But I'm still recovering
I'm contemplating other things
But I've set my sights on you
All that I need is the smallest seed
To plant the faith to move a city
And all that i see is distress and apathy
But I won't lose faith and be like the pharisees
I'll depart with nothing i've held in my two hands
You wealthy rulers: no you won't understand
Better is tranquility in one
Than the grievous evil under the midday sun
We'll look at what we've done
What will we have to run from?
All that I need is the smallest seed
To plant the faith to move a city
And all that I see is distress and apathy
But I won't lose faith and be like the pharisees
May my time here be pleasing to you
May my words, dear, move closer to truth
Can my thoughts be oh, so pure?
Hold me now I want nothing more...
nothing more.
