[Lyric] The Wolf of the Past (The Noise Figures)

Her figure looms in the dust
She appears in the sand
Through the eye of the sun
Holds your breath in her hands
The wolf of the past

She puts her ghost in your sleep
Smells the fear off your skin
Through the eye of the sun
Holds your breath in her hands
The wolf of the past

Close your eyes, look inside
See the days passing by
You're not the first, not the last
She disappears in the dusk
The wolf of the past