Leather Side - The Wrens

I’ve been lied to again

From the head of the fields

Through the lanes to my knees

And I will wait until they pull down the sun

I’m stretching blood, I’m breathing again

They got up and left

They’re finished with me

I’m numbered again

I don’t even care

I’ll wear it on a leather side

I’m smiling again because it never grows thin

Lifting my skin, they’re cutting if whole

Just look fiavonti my son

I think it’s time to tell

Lying with the wet moon swing is old

They said someone has been killed

But it’s just one of them…

So who even cares