Josh Ritter - Wolves

I still remember the time when we were dancing—we were dancing to a song that I’d heard
Your face was simple and your hands were naked—I was singing without knowing the words
I started listening to the wolves and the timber, wolves and the timber at night..
I heard the song when I looked in the mirror..
In the howls and the moons round my eyes

So long, so high….

Then winter came.. there was little left between us—skin and bones of love won’t make a meal.
I felt my eyes lifting over your shoulder—there were wolves at the edge of the fields
But I still remember that time when we were dancing, we were dancing to a song that I’d heard…
Your face was simple and your hands were naked—I was singing without knowing the words

So long, so high….

Then one day I just woke up.. the wolves were all there..
Wolves in the piano, wolves underneath the stairs..
Wolves inside the hinges, circling round my door,
At night inside the bedsprings, clicking ‘cross the floor
I still don’t know how they found me.. I’ll never know quite how
I still can’t believe they heard me—I was howling out that loud.

So long, so high

Sometimes in frozen nights I go roaming in the bed she used to share with me.
I wake in the field with the cold and the lonesome—the moon’s the only face I see
I still remember that time when we were dancing, dancing to a song that I’d heard.
Your face was simple, your hands were naked.. I was singing without knowing the words…

So long, so high….