Michael Malarkey - Wolves (The Skeleton Years)

I'm losing faith just before dark
But when the fire's gone cold I'm still catching sparks
And this canyon is a clutter of old scars
This canyon is a clutter of old scars

All of my ghosts they congregate here
It's like a seance of sorts, the skeleton years
But my honour is older than my tears
My honour is older than my tears

But I don't let the wolves smell my fear anymore
And I wait for the moon to disappear
I wait for the moon to disappear

Oh holy host of the morning
Make me tear apart my winnings
And withdraw into my cave
Another golden cup of bruises
A violent bed of roses
And the need to misbehave

It's an old crooked road
And I'm carrying that same load
Like a destitute, a tramp
I just need a hand

Oh lord
How I've slandered you
Please forgive me
Lend me your hand

Fight with myself, I fight with you
But my story's confused, I might as well prove
That any other man would be haunted just like me
Any other man would be haunted just like me

Drones in the hive they dissipate
But my storybook love incinerates
All the yellow eyes and fangs encircling me
All the yellow eyes and fangs encircling me

But I don't let the wolves smell my fear anymore
And I wait for the moon to disappear
I wait for the moon to disappear

Oh shining hand of the dayspring
Let me wake this guardian angel
And breathe life into her cage
The only pain that I feel is the pain of the unknown
And the urge to disappear

It's an old crooked road
And I'm carrying that same load
Like a destitute, a tramp
I just need a hand

Oh lord
How I've slandered you
Please forgive me
Lend me your hand

Oh lord
How I've slandered you
Please forgive me
Please forgive me