Lonesome Wyatt And The Holy Spooks one of the wolves

Why do you lay with the sheep every night?
I know you are one of the wolves
When it is dark and the moon it is bright
Hate fits your heart like a glove
I’ve taken you for granted
What is the name of the curse in your eyes?
Never its kind have I seen
Colors they change with the shifting of tides
From black to yellow to green
I’ve taken you for granted
For years you had longed for a fast sinking ship
On the coast of the emerald sea
In the water last night your fingers did dip
And death was delivered from thee
I’ve taken you for granted