Love, spread out like seeds Somebody walked away from landscape poverty I came to find you I came to see the beauty underway That bloomed love, energy And it turns around like you And it turns around like me Into something new But the only thing I see
I see you, I see you I see you, always struggling To find some gentle song Some mode of simple trust and ways to understand These reaching orchards Of broken fame Grown deep inside of us By forced and troubled hands
I see you, I see you I see you, always struggling I see you, I see you I see you, always struggling
To find the sun Reaching down through shadowed brush Breaking off the bitter branch Twisted roots like tans Dreams of all these spotlit kings Drinking up the light Like California redwoods Splitting up the night
And it turns around like you And it turns around like me All the talking we could do Oh if only we could be A real life version of you A real life version of you And a real life version of me A real life version of me
I see you, I see you I see you, always struggling I see you, I see you I see you, always struggling