Pack of Wolves

In the lower atmosphere
There’s a cyclone running switchblade
Howling like a pack of wolves
Our love was in this house
But never at home
These faded fingerprints are like
Hieroglyphics on my walls
We were the golden ones
But we started too young
I saw your name in lights
But all you saw was
Something left alone
In the lower atmosphere
There’s a cyclone running switchblade
Howling like a pack of wolves
Our love was on the road
Down by the airport
Your mother found us there
And I just couldn’t hold my own
We took the only oath and
Made it our own
The aging took it’s toll
So now we have to
Grow up on our own
In the lower atmosphere
There’s a cyclone running switchblade
Howling like a pack of wolves
In the lower atmosphere
In the lower atmosphere
Howling like a pack of wolves
Howling like a pack of wolves
In the lower atmosphere
In the lower atmosphere
Howling like a pack of wolves
Howling like a pack of wolves
I can’t get the feel
I can’t get the feel
What does it mean
Can’t get the feel, no
I can’t get the feel
What does it mean
Tie me up
Who holds the key now
From your bedroom window you can see me
Why don’t you just come home and please me