Two Red Wolves

I've let go of my reckoning Gone back to base, temporal change Chosen not to handle old film reels If I encounter two red wolves In the backwoods, give me a push Watch me like a thousand strangers talking So original sorrow turned out to be An illusion to be proven And a common forgotten past, and all too human My original emotion turned out to be Just a puzzle of a conclusion And a villain in a lullaby, I didn't even try Barely a shadow on the wall I can hardly see, this long black coat Somethings matter and somethings don't