It may worn your soles.
It may trash your car.
You may not find no allies.
It may prove you're wrong.
It may go too far.
It ain't for the faint of heart.
And when it comes to find you
you'd wish you'd trained yourself much better,
and fear ties so tight
so you can't see the fuse is dry.
Hold my love, your soul's a plague on mine
and I want you to cut me down, down
to the bone, hold my love, your beat is rising mine
up to your highs right to fall down, down
to the wound, down to core.
Go set up the fire when dusk comes around.
We're wearing out, on a long fade out,
your body's just a hire, oh it's only a loan.
It may burn your home.
It may twist your mind.
It may keep you awake all night.
It may break you a bone.
It may soil your hands.
It may take you outlaw.
And when it comes to find you
you'd wish you'd trained yourself much better,
and fear ties so tight
so you can't see the fuse is dry.
Hold my love, your soul's a plague on mine
and I want you to cut me down, down
to the bone, hold my love, your beat is rising mine
up to your highs right to fall down, down
to the wound, down to core.
Go set up the fire if dark comes around.
We're wearing out, on a slow blackout.
The night comes around
and the spark's about to wear out,
and the morning might never come back.
Oh the way you feel might be frowned upon to them cold
stare eyes. You met the devil, and he is nice,
and he would forgive your sins but you refused to
fall into his arms so the strife's just still hanging on.
You burning heart, you crying soul,
I'll be around although I may not show
leading my voice through the woods and howling out.
I'm there howling out for you.
Join your cry to mine now.
Hold my love, your soul's a plague on mine
and I want you to cut me down, down
to the bone, hold my love, your beat is rising mine
up to your highs right to fall down, down
to the wound, down to core.
Go set up the fire, now go set it out.
We're wearing out, on a slow blackout.
But now down this road you can call this trace your own,
and make your way back to the woods where the
howlin' wolves are runnin' wild and calling us back home.
(Howlin wolves, runnin' wild, calling us back home).
(Howlin wolves, runnin' wild, calling us back home).
credits
from Howlin wolves,
track released December 31, 2019
Composed and featured by David Dommarco, The hermit and Mia
Produced by David Dommarco
Cover art by David Dommarco
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