Grave Pleasures Crying Wolves
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