I can let you down, I can blur the lines, And your wolves would lose my tracks. In the deepest woods, in the Owl Realm, You'll never see in the dark. Your eyes are idle here. Your arms are raw clay here. Don't you know there's no way out when lights are glowing bright? If you fall for silver sparks, for golden chains you'd die. The wolves are howling... In the end we all pretend to love the way we fall. How can I lean on you, dear? what can I learn from this? How can you look at me, love? what should I learn from you? How can I lean on you, dear? what can I learn from this? How can you look at me, love? what should I learn from you?