Curtain print fades from a decade's worth of days
Kettles' morning haunting and the window collects up their steam
There's nothing new here to waste grown
I've grown so tired of holding up them limbs
Even though I sit around a table with half-a-dozen wolves
Even though I sit around a table with half-a-dozen wolves
We were warm on the fence, got separated by the grain
All scratched down one side from holding to the others' skin
Ghost kin is wandering 'round the table again
Even though I sit around a table with half-a-dozen wolves
Even though I sit around a table with half-a-dozen wolves
And even though I sit around a table with half-a-dozen wolves
And even though I sit around a table with half-a-dozen wolves
And even though I sit around a table with half-a-dozen wolves
And even though I sit around a table with half-a-dozen wolves
And even though I, and even though I
And even though I, and even though I
And even though I, and even though I
And even though I, and even though I
And even though I sit around
And even though I sit around
And even though I sit around
And even though I sit around
Around a table with half-a-dozen wolves