The Wild (Howling Bells)

The wild makes you happy Yeh, ya howl like the night The sound of the city Like the flicker of the lights You're the wrong kind of person But the right kind of thing For this town A song of the outlaw You're a ghost from the past They'll always try to catch you But they'll always finish last You're the wrong kind of person But the right kind of thing Running in circles again Playing with fire till the end The day is getting closer And the nights moving in The land knows your secrets Now the lands' full of sin You're the only person who can see every fool Running in circles again Playing with fire till the end The wild makes you happy Yeh, ya howl like the night The sound of the city Like the flicker of the lights You're the wrong kind of person But the right kind of thing For this town Running in circles again Playing with fire till the end