delicate delegates

If seeds are growing in the ground
With notions of the past
If all the whispers turn too loud
And all the shells will crack
If we lose touch of what it means
If all is delicate
And touches will no longer move
To current benefits
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
We have an understanding
With all the delegates
To leave it where it was
And love it like it is
Ah, ah
Ah, ah