The Wolves (Act I and II)

Someday my pain, someday 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 (don't bother me)
What might have been lost (don't bother me)
What might have been lost (don't bother me)
What might have been lost (don't bother me)
What might have been lost (don't bother me)
What might have been (don't bother me) (what might have been lost)
What might have been lost (don't bother me) (what might have been)
What might have been lost (don't bother me)
What might have been lost
What might have been lost
What might have been lost
Ah
Ah
Someday, my pain
Someday, my pain
Someday, my pain
Someday, my pain