she plays a tune for those who wish to overlook
the fact that theyve been blindly deceived
by those who preach and pray and teach
but she falls short and the night explodes in laughter but dont you come here and say i didnt warn you
about the way your world can alter
and oh how you try to command it all still
every single time it all shifts one way or the other and im a goddamn coward, but then again so are you
and the lions roar, the lions roar
has me evading and hollering for you
and i never really knew what to do well i guess sometimes i wish you were a little more predictable
that i could read you just like a book
for now i can only guess whats coming next
by examining your timid smile
and the ways of the old, old winds blowing you back round and im a goddamn fool, but then again so are you
and the lions roar, the lions roar
has me seeking out and searching for you
and i never really knew what to do sometimes i wish i could find my rosemary hill
id sit there and look at the deserted lakes and id sing
and every once in a while id sing a song for you
that would rise above the mountains and the stars and the sea
and if i wanted it to it would lead you back to me and the lions roar, the lions roar
is something that i have heard before
a childrens tale, the lonesome wail of a lions roar