
Date of issue: 18.05.2017
Song language: English
Wild Words |
We’re a cruel, divided horde |
No bittersweet or reasoning |
Is this you in crisis coil? |
A pain I’m used to reasoning |
But our feelings |
Can never be disarmed |
No, our feelings |
Can never free the harm |
And now I’m picking up the cruel dependence |
No higher love can be the dual defended |
Each breath we take you bring your heart, it braces |
No higher love can be the true defender |
Her wild words |
And sombre letters |
Dead eyes and broken gloams |
And thread burns from blossom embers |
Inside these swollen bones |
It’s a cruel, divisive core |
No bitterness |
No sympathy |
We’re inhuman, after all |
No will to beat the deepening |
But our feelings |
Can never be disarmed |
No, our feelings |
Can never free the harm |
And now I’m picking up the cruel dependence |
No higher love can be the true defender |
Her wild words |
And sombre letters |
Dead eyes and broken gloams |
And thread burns from blossom embers |
Inside these swollen bones |
Her wild words |
And sombre letters |
Dead eyes and broken gloams |
And thread burns from blossom embers |
Inside these swollen bones |
Her wild words (And if your love feeds) |
And sombre letters (Don't hide away) |
Dead eyes and broken gloams (Now if our love feels and if your love feeds) |
And thread burns from blossom embers (Don't hide away) |
Inside these swollen bones (Now in the bloodstream) |