i think its my pride that holds me under   and this television screen aint helping me see a thing.   i cant see a god damn thing   and this is the pack of wolves i run with    hungry for lovin' for truth and for loving for truth and for loving and all of the above   and i've been sharpening my teeth!   And im hungry for the sun, and osme perfume in my nose    and we're all built from what we used to be   and so i wont let it bother me   when my eyes are on my love(?)   I've been sharpening my teeth!      I think its my mind that gets me going   and the way that she moves isnt helping me think straight   just like smoke stuck in the light   and when its so cold in this little old town    blue sky sunshine seems so distant and so very far away   you need a little love   but i've been stuck beneath the moon   insufficiently consumed    so i warm my bones by the fire side   and i'll role my hair(?) down past my smile   and i'll turn my thoughts to you   and this is the pack of wolves i run with   hungry for lovin, for truth and for loving, for truth and for loving, for all of thee above.      and i think i see the sun!   o yes, i think i see the sun   o yes, i think i see the sun   o yes, i think i see the sun      I think i see the sun