aquaradio

It's eight o'clock and the moon is high. The sun is gone from the blackened sky. Her howls to the moon grow yearnful each day Cares tossed to the wind, come what may. Her friends don't really love her. They just want heart. A mob that's so irksome She has to depart. Mama, don't you cry. It's all going to be alright. Your baby runs with wolves tonight. Daddy, don't be scared. Even though you never really cared That your daughter ran with wolves tonight. Brother, don't be afraid. Sissy hasn't gone away. She's running with wolves tonight. If we could only see through her, A heart that's grown to deny. With each fluttered beat