The Wolves

Some day my pain,

Some day my pain,

Will mark you.



Harness your blame,

Harness your blame,

And walk through.



With the wild wolves around you,

In the morning i'll call you

Send it farther on.



Solace my game,

Solace my game

It stars you.



Swing wide your crane,

Swing wide your crane

And run me through.



And the story's all over you

In the morning i'll call you

Can't you find a clue when

Your eyes are all painted Sinatra blue.



What might have been lost

What might have been lost

What might have been lost

What might have been lost

What might have been lost

Don't bother me.

What might have been lost

Don't bother me

What might have been lost

What might have been lost



Someday my pain

Someday my pain

Someday my pain

Someday my pain.