Werewolves Songtext

Stay away from God and thieves,
There is consolation in the human failure of our dreams,
Come around on the far side of hate and hurt and misery,
With my arms empty,
They wait for you like soldiers in a war,
Like the cross waited for Constantine,

Come and let her hear,
The werewolves if she wants to,
Howling at the moon,
Waiting for the sweet embraceable you,
Come and let her steer,
Against the tide with sad, slow tunes,
She might have a way out of here,

You've been standing here a while,
Down among the city lights,
Shuffle through the bright streets of St. Petersburg,
Summer white nights,
And I just want to hold you up, Face pressed to the velvet sky,
So you can hear heaven answer,
Every question you've ever had save the ones you wanted me to ask,

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She might have enough to fear,

She is running away,
With the dust and bones of the last crusade,
Reaching across these oceans and fields,
With a silent sway,
She is coming home on the last train,
From this fallen kingdom,

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