Wolves (special edition) Lyrics

Don't let the wolves

Crowd around your door

Tell 'em they're not welcome any more

Tell 'em they must have the wrong floor

And all the howling is just a bore

Those things you said

Can't box you in

The clothes you wear, and the places that you've been

If you miss them, there will always be more

Wild wolves, to crowd around your door

I've been in your shoes

I've been in theirs

I've waited weeks now at the bottom of your stairs

Get dressed, nightfall is coming

And all around the house, wild wolves will soon be running

You could wait forever

In the tallest tower

Your fine yellow hair growing longer and longer

Or draw the curtains, unbolt the door

And choose the one you most adore