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.