Hunters

There's a scent to the unsaid And a sting to your voice When all my thoughts are collidin' I feel a chill comin' on There's a wolf in the thicket 'Round where your falcons are huntin' And there's a door to your sorrows And a key in my pocket Please come back to it It's hard enough with you Hold on with your lips You know it's not better when Time and time again You feel I'm not with it Won't this ever end I never cared 'bout what you wanted You never cared 'bout what you've done