Who's it gonna be?
Neither of us heard the clock ticking
so who's it gonna be?
Wolves never go back empty-handed
so who's it gonna be?
I'm five or six shades further from white
You're only three
so who's it gonna be?
You'll try not to catch their eyes
but my makeup ain't gonna save me
so who's it gonna be?
Wolves stand for something
there's always something
Even with nothing
They eat our shadows
and dream of dropping us in the sea
so who's it gonna be?
We both know the answer
but not what the question might be
so who's it gonna be?
Their words fall behind my back
and only your fear understands me
So
