Animal Backwards by Minus The Bear

In the reflection, in the reflection
I don't know you that well but I like your energy

She is a wolf looking through my window
She is a wolf looking through my window

You know I'm safe my wolf I wanna roam
Behind this pane behind this wall of stone

Caught in the pull of your green eye glow
I wanna feel my skin in the snow

She is a wolf looking through my window
She is a wolf looking through my window

Caught in the pull of your green eye glow
I wanna feel my skin in the snow

You know I'm safe my wolf I wanna roam
Behind this pane behind this wall of stone

She is a wolf looking through my window
She is a wolf looking through my window
She is a wolf looking through my window

My new love
Howling in the night outside, in the night outside

My new love
Howling in the night outside, in the moon light

My new love
Howling in the moon light, in the moonlight

I don't know you that well but I like your energy (The reflection)
I don't know you that well but I like your energy (The reflection)

Caught in the pull of your green eye glow
She is a wolf looking through my window
I wanna feel my skin in the snow
She is a wolf looking through my window
You know I'm safe my wolf I wanna roam
She is a wolf looking through my window
Behind this pane behind this wall of stone
She is a wolf looking through my window

Delirium

“I’ll tell you another secret, this one for your own good. You may think the past has something to tell you. You may think that you should listen, should strain to make out its whispers, should bend over backward, stoop down low to hear its voice breathed up from the ground, from the dead places. You may think there’s something in it for you, something to understand or make sense of.
But I know the truth: I know from the nights of Coldness. I know the past will drag you backward and down, have you snatching at whispers of wind and the gibberish of trees rubbing together, trying to decipher some code, trying to piece together what was broken. It’s hopeless. The past is nothing but a weight. It will build inside of you like a stone.
Take it from me: If you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging at your back and running its fingers up your spine, the best thing to do—the only thing—is run.”
― Lauren Oliver, Delirium