Songtext von Wilderlove

Plumbed the badlands as a child Where the dust devils dance On the dreams of the ivy wild The places you grow up The tumbling ground is rough There is no domestic heart So what have we become Just pedestrian There is no domestic heart And the wilderlove is hidden within us And we reckon with it And we wrestle with it The wilderlove is hidden within us And we wrestle with it We wrestle with it You are the wilderness And I fall fast drawn To the rise of your vast expanse And I feel so underdressed So civilized and small By the powers that you posses The places you grow up The tumbling ground is rough There is no domestic heart So what have we become Just pedestrian There is no domestic heart And the wilderlove is hidden within us And we wrestle with it And we wrestle with it The wilderlove is hidden within us And we wrestle with it And we wrestle with it Plumbed the badlands as a child Where the dust devils dance On the dreams of the ivy wild And the wilderlove is hidden within us And we wrestle with it And we wrestle with it The wilderlove is hidden within us And we wrestle with it And we wrestle with it