Hour by hour…everything was constantly changing. The lion's eyes evading. It's only he that cannot speak of crawling back. This side of d**h is crawling back to him. Someway, somehow the perfect side of d**h won't look away. Someway, somehow waiting alone. Someway, somehow the perfect side of d**h won't look away from this one. Making change, the follow through is always unfolding.
The watchful eyes are crawling-all he needs is not to feel. All he needs is you. Someway, somehow the perfect side of d**h won't look away. Someway, somehow waiting alone. Someway, somehow the perfect side of d**h won't look away from this one. I can't walk away from this. Sleep lion, sleep