Wolfe

(Yeah, I like all that)

Wolfe is mad
He can't run with the pack
Ah things went bad
Out the back

Ah Wolfe is sad
Ah I don't know
Crash his pad
Out in the snow

It's like a thousand little angels on the point of a pin
There's no sense in describing the place that he's in
It's like a filigree diamond filched from a ring
Just keep still and stop howling

Wolfe feels good
Ah I'm not sure
If he could
Anymore

Ah Wolfe can't see
Ah that's no good
He can't see the tree
For the wood

It's like a thousand little angels on the point of a pin
There's no sense in describing the place that he's in
It's like a filigree diamond filched from a ring
Just keep still and stop howling