The Wolves - Ben Howard

Falling from high places,

Falling through lost spaces,

Now that we’re lonely,

Now that there’s nowhere to go.

Watching from both sides,

These clock towers burning up.

I lost my time here,

I lost my patience with it all.

We lost faith in the arms of love…

Where you been hiding lately,

Where you been hiding from the news?

Because we’ve been fighting lately,

We’ve been fighting with the wolves,

With the wolves.

Red tongues and hands…

Falling from high places,