I'm stuck. I'm stuck to this page - this pen feels like an anchor
So I'll step outside as the sun fakes his death and cries, "it's over"
Not for me - the night is still sweet. But I'm beginning to tire
Of the street and its heavy concrete,
So I'll tightrope walk the telephone wires

Oh the screams! The screams from the teens, their arms making forests
And the trees are wrapped around me. But I need to be honest when I say that
I can't! I can't keep you here. I don't have the energy
If you're happy, then I'm happy too
They left now it's just me, Tom and the wolf

Tonight let's migrate to where the bass is pumping
To let ourselves collide
And hope that when the light speckles your mattress again
Everything will be just fine

The animals dance under disco light
The cigarettes light their faces like lanterns tonight
The calloused fingers, the rocks in rivers and the fickle fights
But we're unaware that we are but wolves chasing for knives

He bared, he bared his teeth and I swore I saw my own face
Underneath serrated defeat - it pulls threads from their places
To tear and fray at the seams, I'm breaking this disguise
The strings are stitched to your hands as you're waving your goodbyes

Tonight let's migrate to where the bass is pumping
To let ourselves collide
And hope that when the light speckles your mattress again
Everything will be just fine

We have nothing left to say, so we'll go our separate ways
I suppose
I suppose
I suppose



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Wolves Chasing Knives song meanings
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