Wolves - Emma Blackery

Stone cold with your hearts of gold

Asking me to come out and play

Draw me out into open plains

I’m not a hunter but I’m nobody’s prey

Light on your feet you come bearing teeth

Picturing my skin down to bone

But I will fight for what’s rightfully mine

I see your shadow and I draw my bow

You run in circles

I’m surrounded by the enemy

You think you’ve done it

But you’ll never get the best of me

And all the vultures waiting for the wolves to finish me off

Well, you can have your pound of (Flesh when he’s done with it)

(Oh-oh-oh-oh)

I’m sick of running

(Oh-oh-oh)

The wolves are always gunning for me

My arms are open

Right here I stand

You said you want me gone

So here I am

Fighting shy with a careful eye

Puncturing my flesh down to bone

And yet I stand never playing my hand

I bide my time before I draw my bow

You run in circles

I’m surrounded by the enemy

You think you’ve done it

But you’ll never get the best of me

And all the vultures waiting for the wolves to finish me off

Well, you can have your pound of (Flesh when he’s done with it)

(Oh-oh-oh-oh)

I’m sick of running

(Oh-oh-oh)

The wolves are always gunning for me

My arms are open

Right here I stand

You said you want me gone

So here I am

I’m surrounded by the enemy

But you’ll never get the best of me

Waiting for the wolves to finish me off

(Flesh when he’s done with it)

(Oh-oh-oh-oh)

I’m sick of running

(Oh-oh-oh)

The wolves are always gunning for me

My arms are open

Right here I stand

You said you want me gone

So here I am

(Oh-oh-oh-oh)

I’m sick of running

(Oh-oh-oh)

The wolves are always gunning for me

My arms are open

Right here I stand

You said you want me gone

So here I am