Loved a girl when I was twelve.
From a book everything's in,
To wide rule, pages in pen.
And I saved each note,
In an old box. So one day I could read them again,
But I'll never feel the way that I felt. It's like the wolves' howl out at the wind.
They know there's nothing to k**,
And no mate to win.
And when the snow comes,
The beast puts himself to bed. (noises) People here keep me afraid.
I'll never say what I should say.
Not in this paved up ghetto yard,
All chicken-boned, subway cars.
She saved my teeth,
In a gla** jar. One day I will see you again,
But I'll never feel the way that I felt It's like the wolves' howl out at the wind.
They know there's nothing to k**,
And no mate to win.
And when the snow comes,
The beast puts himself to bed.
(repeated)