He came
She smiled
She thought she had him tamed

But he was just as wild
Eating from her hand at last
Wild things run fast


In the dark
He could see

The trap that was lying in her
Sweet company
Eating from her hand at last

Wild things run fast

Winter beat the pines about

He heard the heater
Cutting in and out
While she dreamed away . . .


In the night
It snowed

Fast tracks in the powder white
Leading out to the road
Winding from her tender grasp

Wild things run fast
Wild things run fast
Wild things run fast


What makes you run?
Wild thing

I thought you loved me