Howl

Lyrics for Howl

Camilla waits in the afternoon In a uniform. There's no escape from the tender chin When the curtain's drawn. I feel the space and the emptiness Where all life starts. My hands caress on the open dress And feel her heart, And feel her heart. Howl like the wind. Howl like a trigger from within. The double taste of the sweetest stuff. The nicest sin Camilla hates but she calls it love And different things. I feel the folds of the tattered lace. The game will start. We play with clubs and we play with spades But there are no hearts, There are no hearts. Howl like the wind. Howl like a trigger from within. Howl like a train. Howl like Camilla beat her sin. Howl like the wind. Howl like a trigger from within.