Tongues of Wild Boar
Lyrics
Lick my chapped lipson disdain The wins did not burn my desire Pickle preserve in the remains of A once all consuming fire Ply a needle in the eye Of a storm that's brewing at the sea Feel the weight as heavy sky Disguise the urges of my plea Seek the cinders to transmit A heat that will keep us afoot And raise white lanterns on the morrow Healing beams into this trough Tongues of wild boar gave me your word Tongues of wild boar Tongues of wild boar gave me your word Tongues of wild boar
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 03:54
- Key
- 10
- Tempo
- 69 BPM