Wolves - Josh Ritter

I still remember that time when we were dancing\nWe were dancing to a song that I’d heard\nYour face was simple and your hands were naked\nI was singing without knowing the words\nBut I started listening to the wolves in the timber\nWolves in the timber at night\nI heard their songs when I looked in the mirror\nIn the howls and the moons round my eyes\nSo long, so high?\nThen winter came and there was little left between us Skin and bones of love won’t make a meal\nI felt my eyes drifting over your shoulder\nThere were wolves at the edge of the field\nBut I still remember that time when we were dancing\nWe were dancing to a song that I’d heard\nYour face was simple and your hands were naked\nI was singing without knowing the words\nSo long, so high\nThen one day I just woke up And the wolves were all there\nWolves in the piano\nWolves underneath the stairs\nWolves inside the hinges\nCircling round my door\nAt night inside the bedsprings\nClicking cross the floor\nI don’t know how they found me\nI’ll never know quite how\nI still can’t believe they heard me That I was howling out that loud\nSo long, so high\nAt times in the frozen nights I go roaming\nIn the bed she used to share with me I wake in the fields with the cold and the lonesome\nThe moon’s the only face that I see\nBut I still remember that time when we were dancing\nWe were dancing to a song that I’d heard\nYour face was simple and your hands were naked\nI was singing without knowing the words\nSo long so high