Sunflower Fields Songtext
von Mini Simmons

Taking French sunflower fields
It′s easy for you
A long way from home
Mother, camped close by her fire
Never leaving to wander
It's still cold and alone

Lift out of a crowd
You spend some time thinking
A place here or there
But the music plays on
Waiting for a star
You bought a bit part in a game
Play did you call it
Then play on

And when the words came out of the serpent′s mouth
You tried your hardest to forget what they said
And when the sun came up on your porcelain skin
You got a whim for the worst and then hope for the best


I'm singing, time
Sipping at our souls, sipping at our souls
Time
Sipping at our souls, sipping at our souls

Taking French sunflower fields
It's easy for you
A long way from home
Child, searching for a face
Racing for a seat at the table
But you can′t find your place

And when the hands swung round on the eleventh bell
They′re gonna print you as another faded star
And when the moonlight fades into delicate day
You're just another burned lover with a bleeding heart

Time
Sipping at our souls, sipping at our souls
Time
Sipping at our souls, sipping at our souls

Time
Sipping at our souls, sipping at our souls
Time
Sipping at our souls, sipping at our souls


Time
Sipping at our souls, sipping at our souls
Time
Sipping at our souls, sipping at our souls