a pack of wolves in a chain
silver eyes snowy manes
watching ever step I take
waiting for my will to break
however you stack the cards
always with the jack in charge
the furry forms are on your tail
picking up the scent you trail
well its soothing to know
the picture stays in the frame
walk a mile and you'll know
one of these ain't the same
as you are
now I'm inside safe and warm
alone without another form
but I can feel them on the range
like frost on a windowpane
and for the last time
I spit on your designs
I could roll around
in my own dirt for days
at a time
well talking my words have shone
but I have my reasons now
talking my words have shown
well I have suspects of my own
I've felt it in the eyes and in the mouth
searching for the ways
you came into my world
to hold my heart again
in the cold winds of change
if you were in my shoes you'd know the score
setting off finding nothing
but a birdsong across the wall
as the cold takes it all
all the faceless sighs that came to pass
setting off changing nothing
about the world
up in a breeze and gone
so who really knew they called?
well talking my words have shone
but I have my reasons now
talking my words have shown
well I have suspects of my own
I've seen it the eyes no touch was spared
there in a different mirror holding wine
to benediction raised
when something more holy shined
I could feel it breathing down my neck
I could feel my hands tremble
as they're reaching for a grip
that will not resuscitate
the tracing of an etch to carve a path
setting out the way
we stay in the world
for all of time to bear
on a deaf ear we fall
well talking my words have shone
but I have my reasons now
talking my words have shown
well I have suspects of my own