Crying Wolves - Grave Pleasures

Looking back through old photographs

It’s funny how we used to laugh

Lip syncing sighs

Touched 'til we were numb inside

Crude animals, heads thrown back

We were two of an unknown kind

But now the thought of you

Makes me break down and cry

As crying wolves circle round

Our love has reached the final hour

A pyre of lies burns on while we howl howl howl

As howling wolves circle round

Our love has reached the final hour

A pyre of lies burns on while we howl howl howl

We never thought that things would end like this

As fingers measured mysterious skin

Even tender vessels drift

Breaking against our haunted hips

Shadows that we’ve hidden from the glare

Shapes too broke up to discern

Match tips lit, ready to crash and burn

As crying wolves circle round

Our love has reached the final hour

A pyre of lies burns on while we howl howl howl

As howling wolves circle round

Our love has reached the final hour

A pyre of lies burns on while we howl howl howl

They circle around

As crying wolves circle round

Our love has reached the final hour

A pyre of lies burns on while we howl howl howl

As howling wolves circle round

Our love has reached the final hour

A pyre of lies burns on while we howl howl howl