Werewolves Lyrics

Everything that lies beyond our eyes

I see the perfect heart of yours

Buried beneath the roots

Of a monster-loving tree

Every time my eyes connect with yours

I feel like an animal

Completely different than before

Afraid to talk to you and bore

Under cover of roses

I'm not trying to be critical

I just want to get my head straight

And succumb to the leaves

Of the mess that is your hair

Infatuated core of ruined sights

You've turned all these corridors

And scurried your way through the front door

Afraid to talk to you and bore

Touch my hand by accident

I'm not trying to be soft

I just want to become known

And succumb to the touch

Of your esoteric grace

Your grace