“Night I left the city
I dreamt of a wolf”

He came from where the winds are cold
And [bad word] is seen through keyholes
Strange longings never sleep
Now [bad word] where no hearts beat

Cry wolf
Time to worry
Cry wolf
Time to worry now

You can start, but you cannot stop
You give in, but you can’t give up
You can tell all your desperate jokes
To a world that puts your
Love on hold

Cry wolf
Time to worry
Cry wolf
Time to worry now

The sunken-in eyes
And the pain in his cries
shape in the dark

Cry wolf
Time to worry
Cry wolf
Time to worry now 

Paul Waaktaar-Savoy / Magne [bad word] 
© 1986 Warner Chappell Music Ltd.