i think its my pride that holds me undernand this television screen aint helping me see a thing.ni cant see a god damn thingnand this is the pack of wolves i run with nhungry for lovin' for truth and for loving for truth and for loving and all of the abovenand i've been sharpening my teeth!nAnd im hungry for the sun, and osme perfume in my nose nand we're all built from what we used to benand so i wont let it bother menwhen my eyes are on my love(?)nI've been sharpening my teeth!nnI think its my mind that gets me goingnand the way that she moves isnt helping me think straightnjust like smoke stuck in the lightnand when its so cold in this little old town nblue sky sunshine seems so distant and so very far awaynyou need a little lovenbut i've been stuck beneath the moonninsufficiently consumed nso i warm my bones by the fire sidenand i'll role my hair(?) down past my smilenand i'll turn my thoughts to younand this is the pack of wolves i run withnhungry for lovin, for truth and for loving, for truth and for loving, for all of thee above.nnand i think i see the sun!no yes, i think i see the sunno yes, i think i see the sunno yes, i think i see the sunnnI think i see the sun