Stevie Taite - Buried Seed lyrics

She was sitting, pretty The metal serpent was transporting her from her flowery garden. The heat of Summer was beautiful, perfect, all she wanted. Then why, when cool shade, with a gentle breeze, never failed to complement, did the heat of the old city call her? He was waiting A skyscraper? Her own shyness had once been the best and most obstinate doorman. Never allowing her more than a glimpse pa**ed his wonderful facade. Leaving only the room in her mind to explore freely But now, where confidence had grown and curiosity sheltered Where the gra** was well trodden And foundations set deeply elsewhere. The edge, that fear had kept her teetering....... Now she would land softly. It was safe to seek the buried seed, that was never destined to grow under shadows cast.