Trost Lyrics

I have planned how I'd love you

Premeditate, Like homicide

It's a waste to hold you

Holding etchings as I wait and lie

It's a wolf that never gets the hunt

It's a cavalry on a cold front

How could you?

Where are you?

If I could, I'd reach out and touch you

But you're a tale to be told, my love

I have planed how you'd love me

Holding the reins, we ride till dawn

To our little playhouse

No rations here

And nothing's wrong

It's a light that always has the moth

It's a ride to a golden trost

How could you

Where are you?

If I could, I'd reach out and hold you

But you're a tale to be told my love