Wolf Omar Rodríguez-López

I lock the door
Now the fish are set free
Here beneath the death
Of our only child

Kiss
Stings
Kiss
Stings

Burns my stomach till this last grain
Chips away from this body again
Feeling lost within the grace of tracking horses hoofs
Feeling lost within the grace of tracking all these fools

Wolf, wolf
Kisses are fishes
Wolf, wolf
Kisses are fishes and they sting
Wolf, wolf
Kisses are fishes and they sting

I cry it
I cry it