Wolves

It’s a thin and pale morning
In a tangle of sheets
Waking to an air of disease
I’m being forced to find a reason
But with the secrets you keep
Truth is as best bittersweet
Well you never were one for ties, still
You’ll have to draw the line at someone
Wind like a knife and it turns from time to time, yeah
I don’t expect you’re so familiar
How it feels with the wolves at your heels
Chasing you through my head
It’s a game I’ve tried to forget
I tried to forget
It’s a thin pale morning
With an hour of sleep
Making maybe three for the week
And when I’m claiming pride and reason
Then it crawls to your feet
Truth and bittersweet
you know I never romanticise, so
Now I have to draw a line at someone
Wind like a knife that you turn to keep the time, so
I don’t expect you’re so the tempo
How it feels as the wolves take skin from your heels
Placing crowns on your head, it’s a game of what you felt then
How it feels with the wolves your heels
Chasing you through my head
It’s a game I’ve tried to forget
I tried to forget
I tried to forget
I tried to forget