Silver limes in the warm still afternoon
Beneath the ghost of the rising moon
Whiplash swarm of starlings in the sky
Dissolve in blue and I feel her rise
She wolf, birthing inside of me
Cold rain, never be the same again
The rhymes and drones of the first real big blues boom
Shake the cones and fill the room
Blind and alone it hides and licks its wounds
Haunts the city, howls at the moon
She wolf, birthing inside of me
Cold rain, never be the same again
Written by Roddy Frame Complete Music
Roddy Frame - Vocal, guitar
