King Of The Wasteland Lyrics

I`ve sat on the shore to set my lands in order
journeyed through the wild frontier
travelled on the wasteland with all these breathing stones
to hear my voice, to feel
I`ve loved the w****, cut the throat of my healing
with love without feeling
empty hands touch is cold, its freezing
alone without you

stand on the open land
my wasteland on your hand
stand on the wasted land
my quicksand on your hand
I`ve fared through the shore where all hearts are broken
sick to the core
buried in sand my weary soul still calling
for you not the w****

stand on the open land
my wasteland on your hand
stand on the wasted land
my quicksand on your hand
stand on the open land
my wasteland on your hand
stand on the wasted land
my quicksand on your hand