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Noah And The Whale - Wild Thing |
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Time can make more rubble out of dreams than anything |
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In a quiet neighborhood where she's living without wings |
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There's eyes behind the curtains and there's ears below the floor |
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Cracks inside the ceiling and there's shadows at the door |
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The boredom stirs a rage inside her soul |
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A rage that reaches out and takes control |
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Baby she's a wild thing |
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Nine days out alone |
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Sleep in the dirt |
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She walks back into town |
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With blood stains on her shirt |
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Everyone has questions |
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But no one wants to know |
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How far the anger in someone |
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Can really make them go |
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Her tangled hair and mud stains on her knees |
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Bruised ribs and rips on the side of her jeans |
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Baby she's a wild thing |
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Well I used to be a citizen in this town |
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'Til my teeth turned gray and my hair fell out |
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All the civil decent people, they don't want to know |
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But a girl looking for trouble said she'd give me a go |
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While everybody's sleeping in this town this night |
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From the crooked clock tower to the borderline |
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And night star static in the winter breeze |
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She's lying in the moonlight with her hands between my knees |
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She says it's all right |
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Well, it's all right by me |
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Baby she's a wild thing |
