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?