T’s in the stones, the shade, everybody knows quicksilver only flows one way,
These days, a fever on the breeze strips the shelter from the trees, and holds no rain

But I believe as colours fade this light is still enough, to guide you to my arms again my wild love… my wild love

I’ve seen my words in a blue tattoo, and frozen in the skin, a drunken moment mimicking the truth, is that enough? poet it’s okay to store these things away and just shut up…

And I believe the hour glass still has time for us, so sing to me your melody of wild love…

And call me to your arms again, I’ll brave the ice, the fire, the flame
All hope is gone but we still have our wild love…

So burn it all, summon all your dark, for your carnival of broken hearts, I will wash you clean in the waters of our wild love…

So burn it all in your search for gold, your black design, your fallen gods, I will wash you clean in the waters of our wild love…

So darling put your hand in mine, I’ll hold back the tide and time, and never leave the garden of our wild love… your wild love, your wild love….

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