There’s seven men in seven fields
And each will toil until he earns his yield
He gets what he has come for

Seven rows of treasure troves
We bury in the ground and hope they grow
Into exactly what we paid for

The first man buried pots of gold
The second sowed each row with lumps of coal
Invested in their futures

The third man planted poppy seeds
The fourth man killed his brother in his sleep
And buried him for keeping

We’ve all got seeds to plant
But it feels like we’re running out of earth
We see that harvest moon rising
And no-one wants to be first

And I don’t know if I can make it better, better
No I don’t know if I can make it better

The fifth and sixth had joining plots
And buried both themselves as lovers lost
They were finally together

And I just sat at home alone
I never ate, I barely ever spoke
Content to watch the world burn

We’ve all got seeds to plant
But it feels like we’re running out of earth
We see that harvest moon rising
And no-one wants to be first

And I don’t know if I can make it better, better
No I don’t know if I can make it better

You watch me rise, say I crest your horizon
But I’ve been watching you all the nights where we never changed
Before the visions that I’m pulled, to witness
We both look on as your surface lies unscathed
You’ve been waiting, you’ve been waiting and I’ve arrived at last
Neglected soil unfurrowed, no seeds have been cast
You’ll damn yourself just as you’ve cursed the past
You’ll damn yourself just as you’ve cursed the past

All my fields are lying fallow
I never plant a seed and nothing ever grows
I just lie in wait for greener pastures
And watch the thorns creep into my own

I am never truly sure if I should step forward towards the horizon
Or plant my feet firmly in the dirt that I laid for myself
If I should strive to break new ground or stay content with ground already broken
The field I sow is ripe for harvest, but every row is lined with headstones
To remind me that I am not the first, but possibly the last to die for a cause that I don’t understand
Help me God…I don’t understand

Blacken the sky
The moon will ascend
As I lie in the bed
That I made for myself
I am sure
That I have fallen
Shorter than all
And nothing can save me
From all that I’ve done
The nails in Your cross
Won’t be enough
To hold my body up