like rippling pools your voice comes in waves from the wilderness and it s callin my name what we left behind to be all alone uncharting star paths to follow you home living in the wasteland you re my wild honey traded my heart for all my money we were left for dead the desert is a river bed living in the wasteland you re my wild honey sold my heart for all my money whwn we re left for dead the desert is a river bed looking for the golden light waves and fields for miles pinkie romises in your palms your smile just empty pocets black birds circling no trees in sight just the shade of your wings living in the wasteland you re my wild honey traded my heart for all my money we were left for dead the desert is a river bed living in the wasteland you re my wild honey sold my heart for all my money when we re left for dead the desert is a river bed the soil of my soul begins to grow the soil of my soul begins to grow the soil of my soul begins to grow oh oh oh oh oh oh the soil of my soul begins to grow the soil of my soul begins to grow the soil of my soul begins to grow oh oh oh oh oh living in the wasteland you re my wild honey traded my heart for all my money we were left for dead the desert is a river bed living in the wasteland you re my wild honey sold my heart for all my money when we re left for dead the desert is a river bed