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 death is
crawling back to him.
Someway, somehow,
the perfect side of death won't look away.
Someway, somehow,
waiting alone.
Someway, somehow,
the perfect side of death
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...
All he needs is you.
Someway, somehow,
the perfect side of death won't look away.
Someway, somehow,
waiting alone.
Someway, somehow,
the perfect side of death
won't look away from this one.
Someway, somehow,
the perfect side of death won't look away.
Someway, somehow,
waiting alone.
Someway, somehow,
the perfect side of death
won't look away from this one.
I can't walk away from this.
Sleep lion, sleep.