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Well I see the clouds, I see the shadow
It’s rainin’ wolves outside our door
We stand and watch through hesitation
Cause they’ll be spread out there forevermore

You said the sun’s behind the fallen
It’s how the creatures heat their paws
And lay their hands on my decisions
And burn right through the books of sober loss

Now there is something in the wild
Here is a weather of a killing kind

Silently pass their sleeping jaws now
But I hold cymbals in my hands
Don’t need no score to play this piece, no
Don’t need no violins to lose a man

Now there is something in the wild
Here is a weather of a killing kind

I drink for something when I’m nothing
I drink for nothing when it’s gone
And I feed the clouds, they are my shadow
Cause I have raised the cubs myself alone

Now there is something in the wild
Here is my weather of a killing kind