Ida, My Lyrics

Chords, and coins, and restless poems end up slander.

When my baby is born there will surely be a lasting shore.

Listless birds perch in soft, green herds, tickling the wind.

With fall they will sleep with parched, swollen throats, and I've done nothing.

But, with spring I will propagate their thirst to blinding eyes.Annuals - Ida, My - http://motolyrics.com/annuals/ida-my-lyrics.html

Blinding eyes.

Planting seeds can't be the only way, the only way.

Planting seeds can't be the only way out.

Planting seeds can't be the only way to find a simple day, a simpler way