Hollow smoke floating around his face
Shiny, sad eyes, diamonds misplaced
The desert is the ocean, no end, no horizon
A carrot so close as a rabbit gets to a diamond
The moon's only bright when it doesn't avoid the night
Unmoved by the wind, turning clouds into light
Memory's to heart, what the soil's to the tree
When all is lost, there's still a memory
Howling at the moon
With the wolvess of the past
Howling at the moon
With the wolves of the past
