Through teary eyes he watches his girls he can’t get back. From a distance he hides from all, At full moon things turn black. He was bitten, cursed — he stays in the shadows with a lonely heart. He can never go home; he is something different, something dark. In the dark all he wants is his life back. He can see them from the shadows, but from the light the night is black. He howls at the moon — he’s a beast he can’t control. He loves his lady, but he’s a beast without a soul. In the dark all he wants is his life back. He can see them from the shadows, but from the light the night is black. If only he could let them know he loves them — and that’s a fact. But out of control, he could kill; he can’t decide when all turns black. He doesn’t know if it will be tomorrow, Never again, or soon. If he’s hungry, he turns to a wolf — it depends on the moon. He only stays around when he knows it’s safe. Nobody knows what he’s become, only the dead. In the dark all he wants is his life back. But all is black, black as coal. When the sun disappears, he’s gone with the wind. In the dark all he wants is his life back. He can see them from the shadows, but from the light the night is black. But there’s no cure, there’s no love — only emptiness and sunsets.
