Take her cold hands Place the snowdrops in her palms And pushing through the wire I have no choice but to follow you Feel the weak sunlight on my skin As I take my spade and place her Forever by the birch trees
And there was another But she wasn't tamed With the buzz of the flies With a flick of her mane And there was another But she wasn't you, you, you
Out of all the wild places I love Out of all the wild places I love Out of all the wild places I love You are the most desolate
Faith is scattered like the birds She would never bend to their Commandments in life Her freckled skin couldn't bear the weight Take her cold hand by the lake Place the spade into my amorous arms As I lie my coat down for her one more time
And there was another But she wasn't changed With the buzz of the flies With the flick of her mane And there was another But we won't see her again, again, again
Out of all the wild places I love Out of all the wild places I love Out of all the wild places I love Yours is the most desolate
Compositores: Brett Lewis Anderson (Brett Anderson) (PRS), Neil John Codling (Neil Codling) (PRS)Editor: BMG Rights Management (PRS)Publicado em 2018 (23/Nov)ECAD verificado obra #18662677 e fonograma #17584132 em 21/Abr/2024