Stone walls sweating in the dark Pine smoke hanging, cold and stark We circle close, we lick our wounds While the world outside howls at the moon No words tonight, just breathing slow The kind of peace that hunters know When the chase is done and the blood runs cold And the den feels like the only gold This is the midnight den Where the wild things go to mend Scratch the earth, lay your head Safe from all the things we’ve said Out there we run, out there we sin In here we’re just kin Midnight den, midnight den Until we’re wolves again Pups asleep in a tangle of limbs Old scars silver in the firelight dim Alpha’s eye half-closed, but he hears Every twig snap for a thousand years Outside the wind can take its toll Steal the heat right out of your soul But in here, in here, we’re rich with heat A hundred hearts, one drumbeat Sleep now... the forest knows... We’re still here... midnight den... close...
