Howling

January starts without much sympathy
Just like every dog that's let loose right in front of me
And this time next year, things will settle slowly
Like a rush of blood, the fear in my heart beholds of me
Your better days are yet to come
To silence fights, the beating drums
The eloquent, the yet to know
The will it hurt? The will it hold?
And although this rain has lasted us quite long enough
It's been several months without the sleep to comfort us
And can you hear the dogs that are howling down below?
It's a fervent growl, you can feel it but you will never know
Your better days are yet to come
To silence fights, the beating drums
The eloquent, the yet to know
The will it hurt? The will it hold?
This night won't satisfy me
This fear won't bring me to the ground
I know you're scared of hiding
I know you're aching to be found
I know you're aching to be found
I know you're aching to be
This night won't satisfy me
This fear won't bring me to the ground
I know you're scared of hiding
I know you're aching to be found
I know you're aching to be found
I know you're aching to be