There were wolves lying the dark 
As she was raining sparks into the room like that 
She was dancing in a neon cave with a tilted smile and a lover's laugh 
Embossed upon her in the darkness 
Like a light at the edge of night beside her 

And as the [bad word] get in their heads they growl and circle at the edge beside her 
There are wolves lying in the dark and so she rises up like a butterfly 
She's still spinning in a scarlet dress and though the music stops and though the echoes die 
She carries unknown things inside her like old volumes they will never read without her 
And as the moves get in their heads they know that they don't know something without her 

There were wolves 

There are wolves hiding in the woods and they can smell the blood on the summer air 
And [bad word] beneath a million stars and in a million taxis and they're going where 
They drink their beer from plastic glasses 'til they find the words to make the first move 
And when the fear dissolves itself they find the means to execute the first move