King Crimson - The Howler

Here is the angel of the world's 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, no, no, not me
Burn, I don't want to burn
No, no, no, no, not me
Burn, I don't want to burn
No, no, no, no, not me
Burn, burn, burn, burn
No, no

Written by:
Adrian Belew, William Scott Bruford, Robert Fripp, Anthony Charles Levin

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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