Smarty Wolves in Clemevian

Violet coats in the cedar wind

We pad through hush where lanterns dim

{intimate pickup; sparse drums} The smarty wolves learn streetless paths

Counting stars like quiet math

We survive the clemevian mood

By making fire from what we lose (oh)

{add kick on 1 and 3; tighten groove} And if the night

tries to name us wrong

We bite our tongues and still sing on

Hold the map in your stubborn hand

We run together, we understand

{build; add floor tom hits and rising harmony} Violet pack,

keep your head up high Smarty wolves,

we don’t ask why

We survive the clemevian mood

Howl in harmony, brave and true

(oh-oh) {full band; open hats; big

hook}

Clever as frost on window glass

We read the world as it runs past

When the clemevian sky turns rude

We laugh it off,

we change our route

(hahaha) {drop to half instrumentation; keep snare light}

If we go quiet,

it’s just to hear

The small brave beat inside the fear

Take my sleeve, don’t let it slip

We’re still a song on moving lips

(ahhhh) {contrasting bridge; shift to minor-to-relative-major hint}

Violet pack, keep your head up high Smarty wolves,

we don’t ask why

We survive the clemevian mood

Howl in harmony, brave and true (oh-oh)

{double-time

tambourine; bigger ending} {coda; let

instruments breathe; fade with acoustic and cello}