Scott Miller - Wild Things lyrics

We've met like we'd had a past A common feeling that I never had before How are you doing down home Johnson City? Back then I thought I owned my youth And I had found the truth The wild things grow First breath, bear to take it in The softest touch of skin, the holy world unfolds Till d**h, I promise all I have, this new discovered path Where the wild things grow, we'll stay Well sin, original or not And not if you get caught, can scar your very soul The gift that the pain and pleasure, bring make you silently sing When the wild things grow A voice, I've never heard before The begging for some more, some kind of problem grown The noise of the dying being choked, the makers name invoked When the wild things grow, one more We've met like we'd had a past A common feeling that I never had before