Where I called home age 9, boxes powerlines
bloody streets and birds paralyzed.
Now while struggling hard to find a lost wild paradise
you took me by surprise with your smokey eyes.
Well, now that I see your face
it's clear as jelly fish.
My mountains are your curves, ya see?
My rivers in your kiss.
I found my forests in your hair.
My caves in your crevices.
Defend you with these beasts I bear.
You're my last wilderness.
You're my last wilderness.
Now together we must fight, to keep your fire alight.
Its the sun behind your eyes.
Those stones keep me alive.
Your fangs found my bloody tracks.
Wolf, puma attacks.
Im the druid from your past.
The future sent me back.
Well, now that I see your face
it's clear as jelly fish.
My mountains are your curves, ya see?
My rivers in your kiss.
I found my forests in your hair.
My caves in your crevices.
Defend you with these beasts I bear.
You're my last wilderness.
You're my last wilderness.
Who's that creature in the hood, who says what we often should?
Who's that creature in the hood?
Who's that creature in the hood, says the things we never could?
Who's that creature in the hood?
We're the whispers in the woods
scares the merchants from their goods.
We're the whispers in the woods.
We're the whispers in the woods
scares the merchants from their goods.
We're the whispers in the woods.
credits
from Blood Feathers,
released March 15, 2013
composed by George Prounis
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