Wilderlove - John Mark McMillan

Written by：John Mark McMillan

Plumbed the badlands as a child

Where the dust devils dance

On the dreams of the ivy wild

The places you grow up

The tumbling ground is rough

There is no domestic heart

So what have we become

Just pedestrian

There is no domestic heart

And the wilderlove is hidden within us

And we reckon with it

And we wrestle with it

The wilderlove is hidden within us

And we wrestle with it

We wrestle with it

And you are the wilderness

In a fall fast drone to the rise of your vast expanse

And I feel so under dressed

So civilized and small

By the powers that you possess

The places you grow up

The tumbling ground is rough

There is no domestic heart

So what have we become

Just pedestrian

There is no domestic heart

And the wilderlove is hidden within us

And we wrestle with it

And we wrestle with it

The wilderlove is hidden within us

And we wrestle with it

We wrestle with it

The wilderlove is hidden within us

And we wrestle with it

We wrestle with it

The wilderlove is hidden within us

And we wrestle with it

We wrestle with it

Plumbed the badlands as a child

Where the dust devils dance

On the dreams of the ivy wild

The wilderlove is hidden within us

And we wrestle with it

We wrestle with it

The wilderlove is hidden within us

And we wrestle with it

We wrestle with it

The wilderlove is hidden within us

And we wrestle with it

We wrestle with it

The wilderlove is hidden within us

And we wrestle with it

We wrestle with it

We wrestle with it