Howl At The Moon
Olivia Jean, The Black Belles
Ever since the day she was born
When she steps into the night please be warned
She was marked by an unusual grin
And tried very hard not to give in
The night begins to crawl
Something calls her name
I howl at the moon
She apologized for misbehaving
But her brain cells were arranging
When the night calls in an abtruse way
Her reflection starts to sway
The night begins to crawl
Something calls her name
I howl at the moon
And so she gave, she gave into tears
Lost and lonely hanging out with hounds
With undeniably vicious tricks to play
Changing so quickly her chains are undone
Asking herself, "Just what have I become?"
When every night I howl at the moon