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