Saturday Sun - Seeds To The Sun lyrics

Through your seed to the Sun You haven't yet worm And thay made it, they made it, they made it And you don't All they look like you have to And they are lonely They seem real, they seem real they seem real and you don't 'and you calling backs of London this will spread this Don't you want an 'where you soul is sold for money I know you'll be waiting yeah on the road Where you belong So your hard go to sun You're rolling has on dawn You'll need me, you'll need me then you don't Ooh I'm gonna catch you after all, they are lonely little ghost You see me, you see me, you see me