[Intro]

(Yeah, I like all that)

Wolfe is mad

He can't run with the pack

Ah, things went bad

Out the back

Ah, Wolfe is sad

Ah, I don't know

Crash his pad

Out in the snow

[Chorus]

It's like a thousand little angels on the point of a pin

There's no sense in describing the place that he's in

It's like a filigree diamond filched from a ring

Just keep still and stop

Howling

[Verse 2]

Wolfe feels good

Ah, I'm not sure

If he could

Anymore

Ah, Wolfe can't see

Ah, that's no good

He can't see the tree

For the wood

[Chorus]

It's like a thousand little angels on the point of a pin

There's no sense in describing the place that he's in

It's like a filigree diamond filched from a ring

Just keep still and stop

Howling