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

Blessed's the night Blessed's the night Blessed'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.