When we were wild dogs
How our teeth were stained with blo-ood
From the fire, from the hunt
When I held for you that lu--ust
Are you coming round?
Take the long way down
Defeat the ground
Now my head's all clear
Till you disappear
Then it’s all I hear
Nobody needs to know
This is yours, yours to hold
Now my eyes are closed
Shining albedo
The hermit knows
Are you waiting there?
In the prickly pear
With knotty hair?
Nobody needs to know
This is yours