Wolves
Wolves:
Through the snow of a cold winter night,
the wolves pick up our trail;
with bared fangs and blood-red eyes
the pack starts the hunt again (…)
A woman forced over the lines of grace,
her suitcase full of useless things;
we`ve all learned our lesson [that]
hope and history never meant the same (…)
As the moon is playing tricks again,
poisening words infested the hearts;
an old man is talking about love,
but love is not what he`s thinking of (…)
Chorus:
Take a good look and watch the ground,
when the circle goes round and round
take a deep breath and close your eyes,
when you dance with wolves around the fire
Credits:
Vocals: Andre, Angela & HC, Guitars: Arno & Sven, Bass: Arno, Drums & Percussion: HC.
Additional Keys: Mark Cahill, Scratches: DJ MuckE.
Mixed & produced by Mark Cahill & TUAREG. Recorded in St. Tönis from 6/2003 to 6/2004.
Mastered by Carsten “Keule” Collenbusch at bluMasterbox, Troisdorf.
