The Wilds
Was that her voice
Is this the wilds that call to me
'Cause I find it hard to believe
That I'm not a creature in her sea
A soft breath
A kind caress
I'll drop my weapon
If you can rest your head
The wilds
Calling to me
Show me your nature
When I
Stretch my hand
Grab onto my fingers
Is this the wilds that call to me
'Cause I find it hard to believe
That I'm not a creature in her sea
A soft breath
A kind caress
I'll drop my weapon
If you can rest your head
The wilds
Calling to me
Show me your nature
When I
Stretch my hand
Grab onto my fingers
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Writer(s): Cult Creatures
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