The Wolves

When the day is young, we grow old
When the day is done, the night unfolds
When a baby's born, a man will die
When a lover scorns, her lost one will cry
All through the night

Up above the plains, the fields go on for miles
Deep inside our brains, we swim in our denial
On the mountain side, I try to hide
Away from the scent, of all the things that thrive

The wolves, they howl, and scream
Another upset scene
Now they've come to find me, and so they sing

Sitting in their den, with the bones of men
Laying in our den, with the hearts of men
So now we sing



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Machado
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