Peter Wolf Crier Never Meant To Love You
Everywhere is born to take the land And you wait, drop, drink the sand I'm drumming now for you To love you
When we wake up and see the sight I will long forsake half my flight I'll ring it out for you. To love you
Everyday is born to lay deceased From the wind blown or deadened leaves I'll string 'em up for you To love you
When I break I'll hold my hind To keep my wounds and heal my flight I'll sing it now for you To love you
