The Howler Lyrics - Adrian Belew

Here is the angel of the worlds' desire 

Placed on trial 

To hide in shrouded alley silhouettes 

With cigarette coiled 

To strike at passing voices 

Dark and suspect 

Here is the howling ire 

Here is the sacred face of rendezvous 

In subway sour 

Whose grand delusions prey 

Like intellect in lunatic minds 

Intent and focused on 

The long thin matches 

To light the howling fire 

No, no, not me 

Burn, I don't wanna burn