You were wrong a013 2009
Jon Steadman and James Trotham -
your voice is like thunder it falls on silent ears
lightning that strikes upon my face
shower my fields with seeded pleasure
I still live in a baron space
tell me your wrong
tell me i'm wrong
empty out my pockets
this sacred ground
did I say you could touch me
to feel your way around
Ive given you all my money and all my rights to give
yes you did
endless circles that do entwine the time
holding me together then tieing me down
meatal strikes up a chord
like loves letter written with
crime stained swords
tell me your wrong
tell me im wrong
nows the time to tell you were wrong
