(Mags/Pal Waaktaar) Night I left the city, I dreamt of a wolf... He came from where the winds are cold And truth is seen through keyholes ...strange longins never sleep Now he's come where no hearts beat Cry wolf Time to worry Cry wolf Time to worry You can start, but you cannot stop You give in, but you can't give up You can tell all your desperate jokes To a world that puts Love on hold Cry wolf Time to worry Cry wolf Time to worry now ...the sunken-in eyes And the pain in his cries A shape in the dark... Cry wolf Time to worry Cry wolf Time to worry now