Wolves Start Hunting

With flowers blooming on the trees There is something building underneath It is something you can feel but cannot see I never grab a hold of it but it grabs hold of me And I'd like this pattern not to repeat So I'll scrape the dust off of my cleats And charge into the center of that burning ring Now the summer's coming The prey stops running The prey stops running The wolves start hunting The wolves start hunting But I keep walking along the promenade And like gypsys they will march in file And my mind goes further down the mile And I'm oh so easy to beguile 'Cause I've such a simple mind And it's captured by these twirling shapes That get ever harder to escape And they keep me going blind Now the summer's coming The prey stops running The prey stops running The wolves start hunting The wolves start hunting But I keep walking along the promenade Now the summer's coming But I keep stumblin' I keep stumblin' I can't find nothing If I find nothing I'll sit impatient Alone in the cabaret Now the summer's coming The prey stops running The prey stops running The wolves start hunting The wolves start hunting But I keep walking along the promenade Now the summer's coming But I keep stumblin' I keep stumblin' I can't find nothing If I find nothing I'll sit impatient Alone in the cabaret