Song Of The Wolf

I think I’ve seen you somewhere
I don’t remember where
it must have been among the woods
or in my precious lonely dreams
your figure so familiar
the wind blows whispering secret
as I’m walking in the dirt
like barefoot tired and wondering why
the moon shows it’s dark side
it’s cold and there’s no light
big clouds full of mystery
the way you look tonight
makes me cry
makes me cry
and all your joy means nothing
it’s only sham and it’s a shame
it really tells me nothing
can’t cope with fashion, crowds and feign
my rapture is my breathing
my life just poetry to you
it’s silence I rejoice in cringing I won’t waste my time
so watch me, here I’m standing
truly there’s nothing left
there’s nothing left but heaven above
and, mother, that’s strong will to cry
makes me cry
makes me cry
the approaching of the hour
the approaching of the hour
the hour is hours
…how came the hour is ours?
how came?
once born and crashed on waves of misery
you’ve never known for all we care
sweet, bitter, salty or just growing old?
you’ve never cared for all we know
once born and crashed on waves of misery
you’ve never known for all we care
sweet, bitter, salty or just losing faith?
you’ve never cared for all we know