Wounded Lovers Son

Let me see where you belong

ill take the pain in my side as a mother loves a son

feeding me your curious meal

ill be home when i know where you come from

tenderly cuz its a plural case

All our saviours are gone

im a wounded lovers son

Are you free in this curious place?

are there any trees is there a river?

or does the water stand alone?

speak to me with your fallen believers on

are there any seasons for the sinners?