Songtexte Wolves - Pompeya

These stories everyone could tell
Get the man to the edge of the ocean
But they sometimes are hard to feel
Hard to make me feel emotion
Dying in the city light
I feel like i've almost dried
It doesn't seem to be a good time
For you

Pick it up
From the under ground
Here is our agenda
Pick it up
From the town to town
These streets are abandoned

After the midnight hour
We will go out
We'll catch all the stars in our wallets
Under the moonlight shine
This is our time
The wolves are already howling

I'm calling you to this rendezvous
Calling the night
Calling the night
There ain't no sentimental

Woooo
Woooo
Woooo
Woooo

After the midnight hour
We will go out
We'll catch all the stars in our pockets
Under the moonlight shine
This is our time
The wolves are already howling

I'm calling you to this rendezvous
Calling the night
Calling the night
Calling the night
Calling the night
Calling the night
Calling the night
Calling the night
Calling the night
There ain't no sentimental