yet, another cover.
this time , the tear garden... wka (was known as) the
legendary pink dots.

Castaway / The Tear Garden

Raised by wolves, abandoned, forced to stalk you, haunt your
neighborhood. But full moon shocks, they raised their
rifles, whites of eyes on stronger. Slipped through cracks
across your wall, I scrape the sand now from your souls, and
eat your heart out, and it's cold.
See me ... you won't see me at your door

Huddling, howling with regret, there is no pleasure. Can't
forget the faces or the fear, the fires.

See me ... you won't see me at your door