Peter Hammill - Crying Wolf Lyrics
You turn out the lights and sit alone,trying to pretend that it's anguish,start at the ring of a telephone,throw down all your food at the banquet,keep a close eye on all you own,while leaving it all to languish....Is this what makes you happy?Is this what brings you joy?Your excuses are so crappy...silly boy.You take all the love and throw it asideto wallow in your sorrow,expect everyone to know how you feel inside,to forgive and forget come tomorrow;repaying all your debts with uncommon pridebut denying that you ever borrowed....Is this what makes you perfect?Is this what makes you free?Just how long did you rehearse it,or does it just come naturally?Crying wolf from the depth of your sheep's heart,crying fire from the depth of the wellin an endless parade of repeat starts,just how long will it last - can you tell?Until all your friends and loversare simply bored with the pretence?It'll be too late then to discoverjust exactly what you meantand what was trueand what was false...the wolf turned into human,the killer with remorse.Crying pain as though that should be pleasure,crying anger as though that should be revenge,crying sorrow as though that were a treasure -your treasure will find you in the end.When all of your friends have gone away,unwilling to put up with the dangerthat lies in each spiteful word you say,you'll be left, a greying wolf in a mangerand when you've raised your last howland destroyed all that you canwith rotting teeth an slack jowlsyou'll be left a lonely man.And when it's nearly finishedand you know the end is nearwith true sorrow undiminishedthere'll be no-one left to hear....Your desperate cries,they all come out as bleats:you thought you were a wolf-man,but you're reallyjust a sheep
