words and music by Michael Seibt
The silver sun is sinking / earlier this day
The white clouds in the sky / are fading into gray
A couple of kids passing by
is fearfully looking to the sky
When the wolf is howling about noon
When the wolf is howling about noon
An old dog is searching / for a place to hide
And a Siamese cat / is hiding by its side
The birds stop singing in the trees
The water stands still in the creek
|: When the wolf is howling about noon :|
The blood / is freezing in the veins
And the broker / is loosing all his gains
The clock stops ticking for a while
the waitress sends you a scornful smile
|: When the wolf is howling about noon :|
A cool breeze from the hills / is making your flesh creep
And your wounded soul / is beginning to weep
Sheâs fixing you with ice-cold eyes
Leaving you on your own device
|: When the wolf is howling about noon :|
The howling of the lonesome wolf it is a broken-hearted sound
That sends its echo all over the town â
The howling of the lonesome wolf is full of suffer, full of pain
And itâs burnt forever in our brains
|: Itâs a mantra that forever will remain :|
