The Wolves (Act I and II)

Someday my pain, someday my pain Will mark you Harness your blame, harness your blame And walk through With the wild wolves around you In the morning, I'll call you Send it farther on Solace my game, solace my game It stars you Swing wide your crane, swing wide your crane And run me through And the story's all over you In the morning I'll call you Can't you find a clue when your eyes are all painted Sinatra blue What might have been lost What might have been lost What might have been lost What might have been lost (don't bother me) What might have been lost (don't bother me) What might have been lost (don't bother me) What might have been lost (don't bother me) What might have been lost (don't bother me) What might have been (don't bother me) (what might have been lost) What might have been lost (don't bother me) (what might have been) What might have been lost (don't bother me) What might have been lost What might have been lost What might have been lost Ah Ah Someday, my pain Someday, my pain Someday, my pain Someday, my pain --- The Wolves (Act I and II) - Bon Iver