Even the wildest at heart will
Sleep at the sound of your voice
Mountains and stones will all tremble
Melting a river of gold
I do not know all your wonders
I even forget who you are
But when my days are all over
I hope to see all the things
I've been told
Even the wildest at heart will
Sleep at the sound of your voice
Mountains and stones will all tremble
Melting a river of gold
I do not know all your wonders
I even forget who you are
But when my days are all over
I hope to see all the things
I've been told
Writer(s): Perry Farrell, Eric Adam Avery, David Michael Navarro, Stephen Andrew Perkins
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