The Lion

I can feel the trees cowering from the rain

Like they never had seen it before

I can feel the fire burn for me with its rage

To never be extinguished by crossing paths with running water

My body's never felt this cold

It's like I'm losing touch yet gaining more control

I'm losing hope with every step

My bones are coming close to falling off

From skin that holds it close

I need the glue that pulls me back to you

If I was the flame I'd burn the trees

To save them from the rain that's coming when this is over

My body's never felt this cold

It's like I'm losing touch yet gaining more control

I'm losing hope with every step

My bones are coming close to falling off

From skin that holds it close

I need the glue that pulls me back to you