Cash For The Wolf
It's a feeling seen in every kind of face, it's a wonder boredom doesn't kill us all
When not even God or hash or booze or cold hard cash
Will keep that wolf from huffing puffing at your walls
His hot dry breath is howling
Blowing at a pace leaving folks heavy like they can't get off the floor
Stay and hide, don't part the blind he's just outside
Peeping, watching through the keyhole on your door
Woah, your timing's off a bit and that's not half of it
Oh, try again
Woah, your words mean naught to me, come back yesterday
Oh, try again
It's a feeling seen in everybody's eyes
"Hi, how are you?"
"Fine, do you like my new disguise?"
Same old feeling as we lie awake each night
Thinking back upon those dark autumnal skies
Stand unseen between the wrong and what feels right, circumnavigate the vitriol online
I dread to think what God would have us do if He'd existed or if we'd wanted Him to
(Wanted Him to)
I fail to see the distinction in between. Could it be different? Would I be different!?
Woah, your timing's off a bit and that's not the half of it
Oh, try again
Woah, your words mean naught to me, come back yesterday
Oh, try again
It's a feeling seen in every kind of face
When not even God or hash or booze or cold hard cash
Will keep that wolf from huffing puffing at your walls
His hot dry breath is howling
Blowing at a pace leaving folks heavy like they can't get off the floor
Stay and hide, don't part the blind he's just outside
Peeping, watching through the keyhole on your door
Woah, your timing's off a bit and that's not half of it
Oh, try again
Woah, your words mean naught to me, come back yesterday
Oh, try again
It's a feeling seen in everybody's eyes
"Hi, how are you?"
"Fine, do you like my new disguise?"
Same old feeling as we lie awake each night
Thinking back upon those dark autumnal skies
Stand unseen between the wrong and what feels right, circumnavigate the vitriol online
I dread to think what God would have us do if He'd existed or if we'd wanted Him to
(Wanted Him to)
I fail to see the distinction in between. Could it be different? Would I be different!?
Woah, your timing's off a bit and that's not the half of it
Oh, try again
Woah, your words mean naught to me, come back yesterday
Oh, try again
It's a feeling seen in every kind of face
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Writer(s): Mark Roberts
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