D'amour et LionsDown here,More Like This
Where the sun rises.
Shaking it's golden mane across the sky and shining
where the lions lie together.
Where wild and untamed eyes find shade,
The kind of gallant love you'd find in Africa.
Where if you want it you better let it know,
Even a purr would do.
Unless cursed with age or youth,
Or the very confusing, and dangerous adolescence.
Either way, you have to fight for her.
But short is that love of pride.
Short is the time spent to care,
Where the roaring sun is born, where it loves and where it dies
And where lions shake their hungry manes across the moon.
I cannot claimI cannot claim I fail to weepMore Like This
Such salty tears upon my sleeves,
I only wish to stay asleep
And fall as dead as autumn leaves.
I cannot say I do not cry
Niobe's tears like flowing streams,
I only wish to say goodbye
And shut my eyes in endless dreams.
I cannot boast that I love thee,
For I can not tell you a lie.
I only wish you soon lose me,
And leave me here to slowly die...