Aaron Thompson - Den Of Wolves lyrics

rate me

For your kind of touch

There's a hand that's felt too much

For your kind of touch

There's a hand that can't feel

For your kind of truth

There's a mouth that lies for you

For your kind of truth

There's a mouth that lies

I caught a glimpse of your heart

And it weeps in the dark

In the den of the wolves

In a bed made of fire

In your greedy eyes

There's a sea of hungry flies

In your greedy eyes

There's a red moon on the rise

For your kind of love

There's four hundred words

And I've seen them all

And not one of them is love

In your broken bed

There's a hundred lonely heads

I caught a glimpse of your heart

And it weeps in the dark

In the den of the wolves

In a bed made of fire.