We've met like we'd had a past
A common feeling that I never had before
How are you doing down home Johnson City?

Back then I thought I owned my youth
And I had found the truth
The wild things grow

First breath, bear to take it in
The softest touch of skin, the holy world unfolds
Till death, I promise all I have, this new discovered path
Where the wild things grow, we'll stay

Well sin, original or not
And not if you get caught, can scar your very soul
The gift that the pain and pleasure, bring make you silently sing
When the wild things grow

A voice, I've never heard before
The begging for some more, some kind of problem grown
The noise of the dying being choked, the makers name invoked
When the wild things grow, one more

We've met like we'd had a past
A common feeling that I never had before