Tongues of Wild Boar

Lyrics

Lick my chapped lips in disdain The wind did not burn my desire Pickle-preserve the remains Of a once all-consuming fire Ply a needle in the eye Of a storm that's brewing at sea Feel the weight of heavy sky Disguise the urges of my plea Seek the cinders to transmit A heat that will keep us afoot And raise white lanterns on the morrow Healing beams into this trough Tongues of wild boar gave me your word Tongues of wild boar Tongues of wild boar gave me your word Tongues of wild boar Tongues of wild boar gave me your word Tongues of wild boar Tongues of wild boar gave me your word Tongues of wild boar