The Wolf

Said, "In truth I don't really want to talk about it"
 Christmas lights dangled sadly from the table in the operating room
 Last I heard you're an addict about it
 Full of rage and Corona
 Trying to blow the birthday kid candles out
 Trap doors and the retaliator lead out
 To the field where our extended families buried their lies
 If you're going, bring some faith and a flashlight
 Follow signs that read
 "It's twenty miles before you finally see fire"
 Now there's something to say for the art of confusion
 I got the courage to enquire where your body traveled all of the time
 "I gotta climb out of this elevator, hadn't move me once yet
 Do I expect that it should really start now?"
 The waitress oversees you levitating
 Couldn't think it to words and watched your body lift up into the sky
 Everyone there was just in awe about it
 Seen a miracle and drank away the thought from our minds
 There was you and me
 And nothing in-between
 It's right and wrong
 Goes on and on and on
 This is the wave that you could never conquer
 Losing the smallest piece of truth we used to know
 I wasn't prepared to embark with the wolf of the mountain
 It wasn't a place that we could call our own
 Now I don't want to seem like it's split at the seams
 See the pain on the wall? See the blood in the street?
 There is nothing you've got when you die that you keep
 You were all that you were, were you all you could be?
 In the blink of an eye there's a hole in your belly
 Your body recoils ironically into the family planning aisle
 Overhear, "I don't know where I'm going
 I'm going anyway
 Don't let 'em tell you that I never found..."
 You and me and nothing in-between
 It's right and wrong, goes on and on and on
 (How long you been looking for...)
 The truth for me is grasping at the seam
 So truthfully, do you want to die for me?
 This is the wave that you could never conquer
 
 Losing the smallest piece of truth we used to know
 I wasn't prepared to embark with the wolf of the mountain
 It wasn't a place that we could call our own
 
 Said, "In truth I don't really want to talk about it"
 Christmas lights dangled sadly from the table in the operating room
 Last I heard you're an addict about it
 Full of rage and Corona
 Trying to blow the birthday kid candles out
 Trap doors and the retaliator lead out
 To the field where our extended families buried their lies
 If you're going, bring some faith and a flashlight
 Follow signs that read
 "It's twenty miles before you finally see fire"
 Now there's something to say for the art of confusion
 I got the courage to enquire where your body traveled all of the time
 "I gotta climb out of this elevator, hadn't move me once yet
 Do I expect that it should really start now?"
 The waitress oversees you levitating
 Couldn't think it to words and watched your body lift up into the sky
 Everyone there was just in awe about it
 Seen a miracle and drank away the thought from our minds
 There was you and me
 And nothing in-between
 It's right and wrong
 Goes on and on and on
 This is the wave that you could never conquer
 Losing the smallest piece of truth we used to know
 I wasn't prepared to embark with the wolf of the mountain
 It wasn't a place that we could call our own
 Now I don't want to seem like it's split at the seams
 See the pain on the wall? See the blood in the street?
 There is nothing you've got when you die that you keep
 You were all that you were, were you all you could be?
 In the blink of an eye there's a hole in your belly
 Your body recoils ironically into the family planning aisle
 Overhear, "I don't know where I'm going
 I'm going anyway
 Don't let 'em tell you that I never found..."
 You and me and nothing in-between
 It's right and wrong, goes on and on and on
 (How long you been looking for...)
 The truth for me is grasping at the seam
 So truthfully, do you want to die for me?
 This is the wave that you could never conquer
 
 Losing the smallest piece of truth we used to know
 I wasn't prepared to embark with the wolf of the mountain
 It wasn't a place that we could call our own