I'm a thought, I run without feet I'm a thought, I fly without wings Their hunched furs in shreds, and they haven't been fed The wolf throats are red as they howl at me mad This upward falling breaks my bird bones I have nothing to atone for Can't you see that the conductor is dead? The orchestra's led by a score that's unread Their hunched furs in shreds, and they haven't been fed The wolf throats are red as they howl at me mad