Lions
WILLIAM RICHARD II FITZSIMMONS
And after the rains came
And washed out her remnant
And again for traces
Of bloodlines in faces
And you remind me of the breath
That I drew for you
The shadow of a ghost
There's lions between us
They'll cut us to pieces
And before the sun came
Forgotten her old name
And you remind me of the breath
That I drew for you
The shadow of a ghost
No more
