Wild Country

Oh my words, are always like whispers to her, they don't make us feel heard, they only make the heart hurt Oh the hours, don't pass away what is ours, we must grow these flowers with our own soul's power Oh but don't you say that you never loved some

When we keep it in Things we don't remember When they ask us "when" We did the things That we learned we shouldn't do again What wasn't learned from mistakes We will make them Maybe this is my heart and Maybe it is yours Burns away the eyes Peer

Gold - Wake Owl So, didn't you find love or salvation in what they do, a heart is built of gold, they fairies they are too, it's in the hands you hold, how long can we ignore, we build a little more, and then we break our truth 'oooooo' (for four bar