The Veils - The WIld Son
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your knives are sharp, when you put them in my heart
though the truth you'd say is I like them there that way
from this hoodlum skin, i can always run to him
undeserved, capsized in the gutters of his eyes
darling I need you far more than i say
none of my fears are as dear to me
a great light dims every day I'm torn from him
our stars align in Elysian Fields at night
and the wheels all turn and the falling heather burns
at a loss and scared in exile and unprepared
darling i need you far more than i say
none of my fears are as dear to me
blessed's the night
that none of my fears are as dear to me