Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Wilde Flowers, artist - Opeth. Date of issue: 29.09.2016
Song language: English
The Wilde Flowers |
| Sun hangs high, I turn away |
| Failure underground |
| Heart is sick and fever is high |
| Waiting for a sound |
| Like a trail of insects to me |
| I watch them from afar |
| Feeding, breeding, scheming |
| Tell me I am wrong |
| Hiding from discovery |
| Staring down into the ground |
| Had they seen the poison in me |
| A tide of spite wound be found |
| Moving faster lingering gaze |
| Feasting on my sanity |
| A grain of sand against endless waves |
| A wish for the slaughter of conformity |
| Blinding light as the flames grow higher |
| Searing skin on a funeral pyre |
| Blinding light as the flames grow higher |
| Searing skin on a funeral pyre |
| Inside me sleeps a violence waiting to be freed |
| Blinding light as the flames grow higher |
| Searing skin on a funeral pyre |
| Blinding light as the flames grow higher |
| Searing skin on a funeral pyre |
| Blinding light and the flames grow higher |
| Searing skin on a funeral pyre |
| Should I speak and they’ll call me a liar |
| I’ll retreat to my funeral pyre |
| My sanctuary, a thousand centuries |
| I’m not waiting, I’m tired of waiting |
| I’m not waiting, I’m tired of waiting |
| I’m not waiting, I’m tired of waiting |
| I’m not waiting |