I see her walking in black jeans
The kind with the manmade tears at the knees
Is there something I need?
The August sun has made me a little mean.
In my dreams can we go there
I need a little of your sweet warmth and your care
But I still stick to searching
This wolf heart kid, he's always lurking.
If there was something i could write
That would make you see
You were always on my mind, I would,
But then I'd bury it in barren fields of my yearning.
I watch her watch sunflowers
The day is dark with the haunts of a falling hour
I know the look when you're angry
I know the scary dreams are always about me
Open the window, fantasize,
The world is flat in the wonder of lovers' eyes
We used to drive for hours
Just wolf heart kids
In the buzz of each haunting hour.