Lions Lyrics

Red sun go down way over dirty town Starlings are sweeping around crazy shoals They send a girl is there high heeling across the square Wind blows around in her hair and the flags upon the poles Waiting in the crowd to cross at the light She looks around to find a face she can like
Church bell clinging on just to trying to get a crowd for Evensong Nobody cares to depend upon the chime it plays They're all in the station praying for trains the congregation late again It's getting darker all the time these flagpole days Drunk old soldier he gave her a fright he's crazy lion he's howling for a fight
Strap hanging gunshot sound doors slamming on the overground Starlings are tough but the lions are made of stone Her evening paper is horror torn but there's hope later Capricorns Lucky stars give her just enough to get her home Then she's reading about a swing to the right But she's thinking about a stranger in the night
I'm thinking about the lions, thinking about the loins What happened to the lions, to the lions, to the lions, to the lions
Thinking about the loins Thinking about the loins