Beck — The Wolf Is On The Hill

The wolf is on the hill The bird is in the briar The thorn is on the rose And your time is on the wire Those days of grave concern Have turned themselves to silence When the winter fires burn What was left of kindness So hide what you've learned Show off what you've squandered And give yourself a turn See how far from home you've wandered The wolf is on the hill The bird is in the briar The thorn is on the rose And your time is on the wire Take apart circumstance And set it on a fault line An avalanche of the past Locked inside a goldmine And when you cannot stand On the legs God gave you The road has turned to sand That your will has sunken into The wolf is on the hill The bird is in the briar The thorn is on the rose And your time is on the wire