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  • Love, spread out like seeds
    Somebody walked away from landscape poverty
    I came to find you
    I came to see the beauty underway
    That bloomed love, energy
    And it turns around like you
    And it turns around like me
    Into something new
    But the only thing I see
    I see you, I see you
    I see you, always struggling
    To find some gentle song
    Some mode of simple trust
    and ways to understand
    These reaching orchards
    Of broken fame
    Grown deep inside of us
    By forced and troubled hands
    I see you, I see you
    I see you, always struggling
    I see you, I see you
    I see you, always struggling
    To find the sun
    Reaching down through shadowed brush (?)
    Breaking off the bitter branch
    Twisted roots like tans (?)
    Dreams of all these spotlit kings (?)
    Drinking up the light
    Like California redwoods
    Splitting up the night
    And it turns around like you
    And it turns around like me
    All the talking we could do
    Oh if only we could be
    A real life version of you
    A real life version of you
    And a real life version of me
    A real life version of me
    I see you, I see you
    I see you, always struggling
    I see you, I see you
    I see you, always struggling
  • Love, spread out like seeds
    Somebody walked away from landscape poverty
    I came to find you
    I came to see the beauty underway
    That bloomed love, energy
    And it turns around like you
    And it turns around like me
    Into something new
    But the only thing I see
    I see you, I see you
    I see you, always struggling
    To find some gentle song
    Some mode of simple trust
    and ways to understand
    These reaching orchards
    Of broken fame
    Grown deep inside of us
    By forced and troubled hands
    I see you, I see you
    I see you, always struggling
    I see you, I see you
    I see you, always struggling
    To find the sun
    Reaching down through shadowed brush (?)
    Breaking off the bitter branch
    Twisted roots like tans (?)
    Dreams of all these spotlit kings (?)
    Drinking up the light
    Like California redwoods
    Splitting up the night
    And it turns around like you
    And it turns around like me
    All the talking we could do
    Oh if only we could be
    A real life version of you
    A real life version of you
    And a real life version of me
    A real life version of me
    I see you, I see you
    I see you, always struggling
    I see you, I see you
    I see you, always struggling