Shaking Hands - B.Miles

Baby, hold my shaking hands

I think I killed a man but it wasn’t planned

And Baby, I can’t sleep at night

The ghoul that sleeps next to me is more than I can fight.

The wolves are knocking at my window

Telling me they know I’ll be impressed

And I can’t tell you why I did it

Starting to believe my made up mess

I want you to look me in the eyes

and tell me what you waiting for

Wolves on your shoulder

but concience knocking at your door

Baby, don’t believe your crime

What you tell yourself has always been a lie

And Baby, can’t remember pain

When I close my eyes all I see is plain

The sickness sewn into your skin

makes you think you have some monster within

So clean your mind with of axe with foul play

Wolves will stop once you tell them to go away

I want you to look me in the eyes

and tell me what you waiting for

Wolves on your shoulder

but concience knocking at your door

(…) across the white tile floor

I’ve got (…)

I’m still craving more

I want you to look me in the eyes

and tell me what you waiting for

Wolves on your shoulder

but concience knocking at the door

I want you to look me in the eye

and tell me what you waiting for.