[Verse 1]
Woman, prowling, searching the desert for bones
Sifting, a calling, collecting the pieces of past
Sculpting, revealing, radius, femur, a tail
Primal, her melody, weaving the fur to the flash

[Chorus]
Free, oh-oh
La loba, la loba, la loba

[Verse 2]
Wolven, prowling, digging my nails in the dirt
Woven, howling, when will my pack return?
Lunar, nightly I follow my gut

[Chorus]
True, oh-oh
La loba, la loba, la loba