Garland by The Wounded Lyrics

In this godforsaken bitterness
I rest with my hands on your hands
As I am mislead

Now I dream of dreams everlasting
Of an uncursed world with dreamland sky
How I bleed in this social wilderness
I grow old without the promised beauty
I grow old without the live that I dreamed of

Hold me tight
I don't want to leave
Pull me tight
I don't want to die