When will the wolves
come out
of every door
When you call
it's not
to say
hello any more

[meandering vocalizations]

Home in the sea
Where we play
and the sailors come to greet
When you dance
you dance
like no one ever sees

When the whip-o-wills
are turned into a basket
to house your aging body
Your aunt will bake a cake
The town will throw a party
We'll hold you up by your bones
And never let you go
Your memory will live on
long after you have gone


When the Wolves

I am an artist living in Paradise Valley. Making music is something I'm not particularly good at just yet but I use it as a means of expression.

When the Wolves

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