Wolves

Hunt like a wolf, run like a river,
Put your hand on the chest,
Of a heart that is beating,
You lie in debt to a lover beholden,
Trained on the thought of a singular union.
Drive a hole through the mountain,
Drive the car from the East,
To the Western ocean,
Back to a time when a promise,
Was more easily broken,
These were the seeds of the terrible winter.
Your mother was old,
When she said to you,
It's not just how you see it,
But it's how you're gonna see it through,
I know you want to give it up,
But who you gonna give it to?
Guilty like the sun.
Out of the womb, into the ether,
Feel the rain on your head,
And the tundra beneath ya,
A sudden blow and nobody,
With a body can reach ya,
A dog needs a bone, and that ought to teach ya.
Your mother was old,
When she said to you,
It's not just how you see it,
But it's how you're gonna see it through,
I know you want to give it up,
But who you gonna give it to?
When you love that's incomplete,
It's twice as bitter and half as sweet,
Guilty like the sun,
Guilty like the sun.
The rattle in your bones,
The salt in your tears,
That bating of your breath,
The ring in your ears,
And it's clear,
You're getting closer,
To your fears,
Hunt like a wolf, run like a river,
Put your hand on the chest,
Of a heart that is beating,
You lie in debt to a lover beholden,
These were the seeds of the terrible winter.