Now the pale morning sings of forgotten things
She plays a tune for those who wish to overlook
The fact that they’d been blindly to see by those who preach and pray and teach
But she falls short and the night explodes with laughter
Don’t you come here and say I didn’t 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 another
And I’m a goddamn coward, but then again so are you
And the lion’s roar, the lion’s roar
As we evaded and hollering for you
And I never really knew, what to do
Now 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 what’s coming next
By examining your timid smile
And the ways that the old, old wind, blowin’ you back around
And I’m a goddamn fool, but then again so are you
And the lion’s roar, the lion’s roar
Has me singing out and searching for you
And I never really knew, what to do
Sometimes I wish I could find my rose mary hill
I sit there and look at the deserted lakes and I’d sing
And every once in a while I’d 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 lion’s roar, the lion’s roar
Is something that I have heard before
a children’s tale, the lonesome wail
of a liiiiion’s roar
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