Howlin’

Hands held, we’d wake to the sun

After midnight, at the moon we’d roar

My touch has slipped

The string has ripped

Now I howl at your door

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Loving strangers, looking for more

These grey streets ours to explore

To the wild beats we’d abide

And ride the wave they’d provide

As I howl at your door

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Beneath the stony surface

What do we really know

Erecting walls, this masquerade calls

Old charades from before

Still I howl at your door.