Letra de The Wilde Flowers
Sun hangs high, I turn away Failure underground Heart is sick and fever is high Waiting for a soundLike a trail of insects to me I watch them from afar Feeding, breeding, scheming Tell me I am wrongHiding from discovery Staring down into the ground Had they seen the poison in me A tide of spite wound be foundMoving faster lingering gaze Feasting on my sanity A grain of sand against endless waves A wish for the slaughter of conformityBlinding light as the flames grow higher Searing skin on a funeral pyre Blinding light as the flames grow higher Searing skin on a funeral pyreInside me sleeps a violence waiting to be freedBlinding light as the flames grow higher Searing skin on a funeral pyre Blinding light as the flames grow higher Searing skin on a funeral pyreBlinding light and the flames grow higher Searing skin on a funeral pyre Should I speak and they'll call me a liar I'll retreat to my funeral pyreMy sanctuary, a thousand centuries I'm not waiting, I'm tired of waiting I'm not waiting, I'm tired of waiting I'm not waiting, I'm tired of waiting I'm not waiting