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