i still remember that time when we were dancing we were dancing to a song that id heard your face was simple and your hands were naked i was singing without knowing the words but i started listening to the wolves in the timber wolves in the timber at night i heard their songs when i looked in the mirror in the howls and the moons round my eyes so long so high so long so high so long so high so long then winter came and there was little left between us skin and bones of love wont make a meal i felt my eyes lifting over your shoulder there were wolves at the edge of the field so high and one day i just woke up and the wolves were all there wolves in the piano wolves underneath the stairs wolves inside the hinges circling round my door at night inside the bedsprings clicking cross the floor i still dont know how they found me ill never know quite how i still cant believe they heard me i was howling out that loud  at times in the frozen nights i go roaming in the bed she used to share with me i wake in the fields with the cold and the lonesome the moons the only face that i see 2