歌词
You did the math and followed its path
But now there's nothing turning up golden
The alchemists have all grown old
On those days when you lose everything
You just have to settle your loses
I sacrificed my bike
To the gods of the great lakes
The harbor was dark, a cloud muffled spark
And omen from the place you are
Going to see the second coming
All your talk has soured, friend
Now that your words have all gone wanting
I wouldn't open that door
Where the wolves of the hour are prowling
Hold it in tight, your faint little light
And the wolves they will hide in their corner
You won't see them
You won't hear them
But they will still be listening