The Wild Son - The Veils

Your knives are sharp

When you put them in my heart

Though the truth, you’d say

Is I like them there that way

From this hoodlum skin

I can always run to him

Undeserved, capsized

In the gutters of his eyes

Darling I need you far more than I say

None of my fears are as dear to me

And a great light dims

Every day I’m torn from him

And our stars align

In Elysian Fields at night

And the wheels, they turn

And the fallen heather burns

At a loss and scared

In exile and unprepared

Darling I need you far more than I say

None of my fears are as dear to me

Darling I need you far more than I say

None of my fears are as dear to me

Blessed’s the night

Blessed’s the night

Blesses’s the night

When none of my fears are as dear to me

Blessed’s the night

Blessed’s the night

Blesses’s the night

When none of my fears are as dear to me

None of my fears are as dear to me

None of my fears are as dear to me