The Wasteland

Lily, be my valleys
Faraway and fallow, falcons screech
Inform
Wielding blades so green, I've no pastures to pass her
I had no idea
That a look could be so long
It'd eat up your latitudes, leave you gone
So be gone
Full and famished, ache
Without the means to faith
Maybells toll for thee
Oh emptiness, you grievous thief
Dayadhvam
Datta, Dayadhvam
That was all he left us



Credits
Writer(s): Naz Haidarian
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link