Like a dirty novel On the long ride in The creaking of the wheels Calls to me And I can see the wolves Even I can see the wolves Yet another, dull delight Of no control I've been away (x4) After an hour of omissions The ground moving so slow and discrete And owls forming lines of division In the skies The sketch of no man's Off brand urgency I've been away (x4) I can sense your unbound violence Living in your untamed silence I can feel your unknown power Sleeping till the final hour (I don't wanna wake up) I've been away (x8) (I don't wanna wake up)