Ascending

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 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
I can't walk away from this. Sleep lion, sleep