Look outside, the wilderness The wilderness is calling our names The blackest skies, the daunting stars The desert sun, melting our cold hearts
If you feel like the spark has gone We just need a place where we can belong
Look outside at the raw beauty The good work of a billion years The blackest wine in front of me Drink up, little boy And wash down your tears
Los Angeles, you took care of me I raise my broken glass to your sanctuary
Look outside, the wilderness The wilderness is calling our namesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
