The Wolf

My wolf is dressed like a pharisee
This masquerade ball descends on me
I call his bluff - my hypocrisy
His song is sweet but my heart's too free

We swindle ourselves, playing and cheating desire
Crooked con artists, pretending we have some power
We set off a flame except we don't play with fire
Just two charlatans crying in the moonlight hour

Still I love this fraud, I know this deceit
I know why we please and why we are weak
We need to be perfect, so we will lie
We must craft an image while we slowly die.

So paint me like this, in the morning light
With the dress on the floor where you left it last night
Write me a song about our only fight
I promise I'll listen when the time is right

Kiss me tonight to make up for this life
Whisper your secrets before we must run
Call out my name in your dreams with your wife
We don't know how to love if it's not fun

Let's set this thing free, let it go, let it be
Of course we are both cast adrift on this sea
We keep coming back to the same distant shore
Of what we can't have we always covet more.