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