Keeping The Wolves From The Door - White Magic

This is how it was meant to be

I was meant to go on hoping

Even though there’s really no hope

In this land or on the sea

Becoming familiar with an illusion

Becoming familiar with lapses of joy

Illusion

Something is abiding

Something believes unceasing

In keeping the wolves from the door

I wonder when you’re older

You’ll find there was a disappearance

Disappearance of the meaning that you had, that you had, that you, oh

The very inner of my being

It is infinite trouble

You’ll always on the outside of it, of it, of it, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Ah, ah, oh, oh

Something is abiding

Something believes unceasing

In keeping the wolves from the door

I wonder if you hear thunder like I do, like I do

If you know living like I do

Feels the same, if it is as sweet as

Something is abiding

Something believes unceasing

In keeping the wolves from the door