Love is like tilling fields
So that a good crop can grow
You'd better know where to drop your grain
Otherwise you can work in vain
And see your harvest withered away
And plucked by crows
And I found old wasteland
Wanted to sow my best seed
And nothing grew from the sand
Only scorched crop under my feet
How could I know the kind of soil
That I was working on
Before letting it break my heart
I did my best and I ploughed hard
But it was useless and spoilt
The land I was working on
And I found old wasteland
Wanted to sow my best seed
And nothing grew from the sand
Only scorched crop under my feet
You'd better know where to drop your grain
Otherwise you can work in vain
And it was useless and spoilt
The land I was working on
Krisenka Finley - Wasteland Lyrics
Krisenka Finley - Wasteland Lyrics
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Love is like tilling fields
So that a good crop can grow
You'd better know where to drop your grain
Otherwise you can work in vain
And see your harvest withered away
And plucked by crows
And I found old wasteland
Wanted to sow my best seed
And nothing grew from the sand
Only scorched crop under my feet
How could I know the kind of soil
That I was working on
Before letting it break my heart
I did my best and I ploughed hard
But it was useless and spoilt
The land I was working on
And I found old wasteland
Wanted to sow my best seed
And nothing grew from the sand
Only scorched crop under my feet
You'd better know where to drop your grain
Otherwise you can work in vain
And it was useless and spoilt
The land I was working on
So that a good crop can grow
You'd better know where to drop your grain
Otherwise you can work in vain
And see your harvest withered away
And plucked by crows
And I found old wasteland
Wanted to sow my best seed
And nothing grew from the sand
Only scorched crop under my feet
How could I know the kind of soil
That I was working on
Before letting it break my heart
I did my best and I ploughed hard
But it was useless and spoilt
The land I was working on
And I found old wasteland
Wanted to sow my best seed
And nothing grew from the sand
Only scorched crop under my feet
You'd better know where to drop your grain
Otherwise you can work in vain
And it was useless and spoilt
The land I was working on
Writer: NURIA CALVO
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