Half-Handed Cloud - We Must Be Ploughed-Up Lyrics

We must be ploughed up and resewn
All the bad habits overgrown
Won't you take out the old dirty roots?
We thought trimming back would cure it

Growing depth in the way I see
The way I feel, the way I sound
And it's all tangled up underground
And You're the only one who can plough it

Pick me up and plant you, instead Lord
Pick me up and plant you, instead Lord

We must be ploughed up and resewn
(Pick me up and plant you, instead Lord)
Our growing is never enough, Lord
(Pick me up and plant you, instead Lord)