(+) One Direction - Wolves (original audio + lyrics)



Wolves by the road and a bike wheel
Spinning on a pawn shop wall
She'll wring out her colored hair
Like a butterfly beaten in a summer rainfall
And then roll on the kitchen floor of
Some fucker
With a pocketful of foreign change
The song of the shepherd's dog
A ditch in the dark in the ear of the lamb
Who's gonna try to run away?
Whoever got that brave?
Wolves in the middle of town
And the chapel bell ringing
Through the windblown trees
She'll wave to the butcher's boy
With the parking lot music
Everybody believes
And then dive like a dying bird at any dude
With a dollar at the penny arcade
The song of the shepherd's dog
The waiter and the check or the rooster
On a rooftop waitin' for day
And you know what he's going to say
Wolves at the end of the bed
And a postcard hidden in her winter clothes
She'll weep in the back of a truck
To the traitors only trying to find her
Bullet hole
And then run down a canopy road
To some mother and a baby
With a cross to bear
The song of the shepherd's dog
A little brown flea in the bottle of oil
For your wooly wild hair
You'll never get him out of there



2020-03-20 01:53:42