Aaron Thompson - Den Of Wolves lyrics

For your kind of touch There's a hand that's felt too much For your kind of touch There's a hand that can't feel For your kind of truth There's a mouth that lies for you For your kind of truth There's a mouth that lies I caught a glimpse of your heart And it weeps in the dark In the den of the wolves In a bed made of fire In your greedy eyes There's a sea of hungry flies In your greedy eyes There's a red moon on the rise For your kind of love There's four hundred words And I've seen them all And not one of them is love In your broken bed There's a hundred lonely heads I caught a glimpse of your heart And it weeps in the dark In the den of the wolves In a bed made of fire