Bpm: 132
Released: 12 April 1993
Album: Phobia
Chords
G/B x2003x
Cadd9 x32030
Intro
Verse 1
Like A Seed That Is Sewn,
All The Children Are Scattered,
By A Breeze That Is Blown . . .,
Now The Crops Are All Scattered,
We Are Torn, We Are Shattered,
Now Some Of Us Are Barmy And Battered,
And The Fields Where We Gathered,
Are Overgrown In Weeds And In Tatters,
Through It All We Were Scattered.
Verse 2
To The Fields We Are Scattered,
From The Day We Are Born . . .,
To Grow Wild And Sleep Rough,
Till From The Earth We Are Torn . . .,
And A Soul That Is Free,
Can Live On Eternally,
And The Spirit Can Live On,
Though It's Scattered In The World Beyond,
And I've Been Out Of My Mind,
Ever Since She's Been Gone.
Verse 3
I Look Around That Empty Room,
No Sight Nor Sound,
She's Left So Soon,
She's Out Of View,
But Then I Find,
Those Scattered Clues She Left Behind,
A Photograph With A Smiling Face,
A Cigarette Stubbed Out On The Fireplace,
A Coffee Cup With Her Lipstick Stains,
I Guess I'll Never See Her Again.
Verse 4
Now My Life Is All Scattered,
Ever Since She's Been Gone,
I Feel Older, I Feel Fatter,
I Feel The Blues Coming On . . .,
We Get Bruised, We Get Battered,
But We'll Pick Up The Pieces That Scattered,
And With Emotional Glue,
We're Gonna Stick Together, Body And Mind.
Verse 5
Ever Since She Went Away,
I've Been Alone To Contemplate,
Time And Space And Why World's Move,
While Sitting In My Solitude,
I've Watched The Stars And Wondered Why,
They're Scattered Up There In The Sky,
And Is She Up There Out Of View,
On Some Higher Platitude.
Verse 6
I Wish I Knew,
Wish I Could Prove,
The Reason Why This Life On Earth,
Is Scattered Like The Universe,
Do Bub . . .,
Do Bub . . .,
I'm Scattered Here And Scattered There,
Bits Of Me Scattered Everywhere.
Verse 7
To The Fields We Are Scattered,
Then From The Dust We Are Born,
We Survive Somewhat Battered,
To A New Life, A New Dawn,
In The End What Will It Matter,
There'll Only Be My Ashes To Scatter,
And All The Logical Answers,
To A Worrying Mind,
Will Be Scattered In Time,
Beaten And Battered,
To The Earth You Are Scattered,
You're Going Home So What Does It Matter,
To An Atomic Mind,
Scattered Here While You Travel Time.
Outro
Oooh Oooh Oooh.
