The Wolves

There’s a calm in the air
And a storm in my head
There’s a one act of you
Playing over my bed
There’s a path in the woods
Freshly laden in snow
When the wolves came to call
I could feel my blood flow
You can’t see them, but you hear them, they’re cunning
You can’t see them, but you hear them, they’re running
There’s a ghost by the lighthouse
Unburdened by clothes
Who watches in silence
For someone she knows
While the wolves, they come sniffing
Their dark eyes aglow
To pace at the doorstep and
Claw the windows
You can’t see them, but you hear them, they’re cunning
You can’t see them, but you hear them, they’re running
Come Come Comala, Comala Come Come
There are Wolves in the Calla
That we can’t outrun
In the light of the fire
I wait for the sun
To give birth to a morning
That may never come
While the wolves form a circle
That trails back in time
I see into their hearts
As they stare into mine
You can’t see them, but you hear them, they’re cunning
You can’t see them, but you hear them, they’re running