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