Из альбома: Scoundrel Days
Nighttime I left the city
I dreamt of a wolf
He came from where the winds are cold
And truth is seen through keyholes
Strange longings never sleep
Now he's come where no heart beats
Cry wolf
Time to worry
Cry wolf
Time to worry now
You can start but you cannot stop
You give in but you can't give up
You can tell all your desperate jokes
To a world that puts your
Love on hold
Cry wolf
Time to worry
Cry wolf
Time to worry now
Dreamt of a wolf, yeah, a wolf
The sunken-in eyes
And the pain in his cries
A shape in the dark...
Cry wolf
Time to worry
Cry wolf
Time to worry now