I'm thinking too far ahead 
 But 'now' is gone while you say it 
 You're not perfect 
 But I'm no perfectionist 
    When I come home 
 There are twelve in my shoes 
 One in my bra 
 The one I kept for you   
 Seeds seeds   
 They spin in twisters in the streets 
 On shiny days 
 Like they want to tell me 
 Something 
 But I'm in a hurry 
 And I pretend I don't see these   
 Seeds 
 In the streets 
 Seeds 
 Seeds Seeds   
 Plant a seed 
 Keep thinking you did 
 And it will grow 
 Real slow 
 Forget 
 And before you know 
 It's a... Tree