Like a lion in the dead In the dead of deepest night You sprawl out peacefully Beneath the glowing spheres of light
Like a feathered, feathered swan On top of gliding glass You move with perfect ease Among bleeding grass
Like a dog gone astray In the middle of the wake You pretend to be a part Of the shuffle of the day
I can't stand who I am A villain with a plan Cloaked in robes Made of many friends Yet I remain in a one man land
I can't stand who I am A villain with a plan Cloaked in robes Made of many friends Yet I remain in a one man land
Like a lion in the dead In the dead of deepest night You sprawl out peacefully Beneath the glowing spheres of light
Like a feathered, feathered swan On top of gliding glass You move with perfect ease Among bleeding grass
Like a dog gone astray In the middle of the wake You pretend to be a part Of the shuffle of the dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
