Fiona Apple – Werewolf Lyrics
I could liken you to a werewolf the way you left me for dead
But I admit that I provided a full moon
And I could liken you to a shark the way you bit off my head
But then again I was waving around a bleeding open wound
And you are such a super guy ’til the second you get a whiff of me
We’re like a wishing well and a bolt of electricity
But we can still support each other, all we gotta do is avoid each other
Nothing wrong when a song ends in a minor key
Nothing wrong when a song ends in a minor key
The lava of the volcano shot up hot from under the sea
One thing leads to another and you made an island of me
And I could liken you to a chemical the way you made me compound a compound
But i’m a chemical, too, inevitable
You and me would mix
And I could liken you to a lot of things but I always come around
‘cause in the end i’m a sensible girl
I know the fiction of the fix
And you are such a super guy ’til the second you get a whiff of me
We are like a wishing well and a bolt of electricity
But we can still support each other, all we gotta do’s avoid each other
Nothing wrong when a song ends in a minor key (x 3)
But I admit that I provided a full moon
And I could liken you to a shark the way you bit off my head
But then again I was waving around a bleeding open wound
And you are such a super guy ’til the second you get a whiff of me
We’re like a wishing well and a bolt of electricity
But we can still support each other, all we gotta do is avoid each other
Nothing wrong when a song ends in a minor key
Nothing wrong when a song ends in a minor key
The lava of the volcano shot up hot from under the sea
One thing leads to another and you made an island of me
And I could liken you to a chemical the way you made me compound a compound
But i’m a chemical, too, inevitable
You and me would mix
And I could liken you to a lot of things but I always come around
‘cause in the end i’m a sensible girl
I know the fiction of the fix
And you are such a super guy ’til the second you get a whiff of me
We are like a wishing well and a bolt of electricity
But we can still support each other, all we gotta do’s avoid each other
Nothing wrong when a song ends in a minor key (x 3)
About Werewolf
Fiona Apple’s words possess a quality that feels broad and universal while being specific and personal enough that you’d swear she has clairvoyant insight into your failed relationship, your anxious morning, your latest convoluted epiphany.
The Idler Wheel’s soaring piano ballad Werewolf takes the Fiona experience beyond brooding self-pity and moves gently toward self-improvement. I could liken you to a werewolf, the way you left me for dead/ But I admit that I provided a full moon, she sings, shifting some of the burden to her own shoulders— and to ours.
It’s a cathartic lyrical heave that prods your demons and demands you confront them.
